If all was nought
And all shall be
When will we see
The truth that we all stem from
A truth that would destroy some
Or bring salvation to the heedful
Devastating to the needful
Yet, oh so glorious to the chosen
For they have heard its deafening call
And have responded as it should
With respect
To those who hear it yet ignored it
Surely they will perish for neglecting such power
Even as they cower
Making lies to cover their fear
To believe its echo, to hear it again
Sacrifices must be made
As a sign of pure loyalty
For they should never even amuse the thought of betrayal
If they do, all which they have ignored will come
Tearing body from soul
Soul from body
Existence from soul
Existence from body
All from nought
Though after all they will have another chance
In a different form, world, and role
All comes from nought
and nought comes from all
So it begins again
or it ends
to begin once more.
Metaphysical poem related to truth, beliefs, loyalty, and the cycle of existence (?). I don't recall the exact context right now of this poem.