In the cold light of solitude
Rests a clear and profound sadness
That in the end one is but one and that
To seek a multitude and to attain doom
One must be strong alone and carry
Their flame to a bitter end
In the dark world of inner thought
Born are the grains of truth
Temper your heart and hold them high
Follow no-one's but your own command
Hear me! You are alone and so
You must be strong or else you will not bear
The burden of what you have started
And no will come to aid you
A gritted jaw and a clenched fist
A stubborn drive towards towards
No one will thank you and no-one will
Weep when you are dead and cold
This is the difference between
Them and us
They need assurance that their life
Is not a farce
They pray to Christ
Or count their karma
Eat "lo-fat" food
And watch the evening news
I hope this world comes
To a fiery end
I long to see these people
Dead and charred
Their meaningless,
Contrived lives
Amount to naught
But wind and ash
Their creed of weakness
Is abhorrent to me
I long rejected their
God and Christ
I stand alone
Because there is no-one
That I need in this empty life
Made full with only my desire
A never-fading burning black
The inner fire of my soul
And if these words stir up
A thought, a feeling, a renewed resolve
Join me in the cold light
Of inner pride and outer solitude.
