Listening for sounds inside empty spaces

Reading the signs upon empty faces

This is the lot of the thinking breed

The fertile ground where ideas take seed

This Sartrian web of existence it seems

serves as backdrop to more sinister schemes

Like conventional wisdom and protocol

Why should any of this matter at all?

Sycophantic fools serve at the behest

of those who would crush us, should we protest

Self-deceit is built upon vanities flattered

Now they can’t comprehend how their plans were all shattered

So now will they finally surrender to need

and fully embrace their nihilist creed?