I have never seen his face,
Known his name
Conditioning, myth
He doesn’t exist

No Fear

Never once,
Constant crossing thoughts
Conditioning, Myth
He doesn’t exist

Still No Fear

Sure this question echoes throughout infinite eternity
In hallways of ancient, evil, modernity
And pounds, drones, throbs in my mind
Chaos, no peace in its wake

If it exists
Palace of perfection
Never ending euphoria
Peace for the consciousness
Overtures of gorgeous melodies
Inner tranquil harmony
I’d scorch paradise
For lack of your company