Dreams of nihilism

—A german oak tree smeltered down
to shields and guns for fighting.
A brassen window chopped to dust
for fires put to lightning.
A human arm, a mangled corpse
for rats to chew upon,
and 'war!' they seem to scream until
the whole wide world is gone.—

So doth he dream, a wanderer
upon the smould'rin wastes,
a dreamer yea, believer nay,
he long has lost his way.

When dreams become apocalypse
and burn your brain away,
wake up and see the burning sun
that burns its life away.
And ‘God!’ you scream, as he doth too,
he shakes his fist, and so do you
and hate and love the death of sin -
All dreams discarded in the bin
of evolution, says he; “Please tell me:
Was it worth it, your sleep?
I doubt it”, says he - and smirks
and coughs up reddish blood
and soon himself lays down to sleep
- eternal sleep, that is - so weep!
So weep for all that passed, all yet to come,
no dawn, no light, no God’s puny son,
no saviour, no salvation, no,
no life, just death, no joy, but woe,
so weep and shudder, cry and shout
out of your flesh your puny soul!
Out! Says I, out!

- Or dream a while, just try it out,
and you will know why
so many
perished in their sleep.