I think I’m going to die,
tonight, and not some eons later.
It’s not my final battlecry,
but song of an Anti-creator.
With all these memories ajar,
I clearly envision peril;
don’t put me up on the altar –
it’s sunk below ground level.
To all in need of guiding light,
I sing about something greater:
Search for the truth on the inside,
where everyone is Self-creator.