I speak the word of prophets in my own profanity,
I find the book of answers to lack all consistency,
I know the way of virtue in its true simplicity,
I wear the cloak of beauty to mask my depravity,
I hold the key to knowledge of a great antiquity,
I walk the line of madness at the edge of sanity,
I stare into the void of our species’ destiny,
I hear the ticking clock of my own humanity.