Aberration

A singularity in an infinite void Voices devoured Starving the ear Without abstraction There is no duality Time is an illusion cast by the sun Holding no value in depravity Resting in a tomb of existence Constructed in eternity Sentience is trifling with no acute direction It manifests a burden on our pliable perception What if we come to find this fucking apperception Was just a misconception Stripped of all guises Awoken from its slumber An ember arises To share it's flame