I have seen it, there the pot of broken coins that sit therein
All the hollow infestations of the ones redeemed from sin
I have felt the grinning nothing and the mighty nods from them
As they tell themselves how pious and how humble they therein
And like an orb that glitters bright reflecting sources oft nearby
Dancing brilliantly and lovely , just as long as others shine
But after sun has set and there are no others bright within
And no spark is found to take and nurse reflections outside in
It is darkness they embrace and soak the light that others shine
It is the nothingness that draws the life that's yours and mine
But, in the end it does no good to raise a fist against the dark
It cannot see your rage, cannot contain an inner spark
And though the urge does come to stand, to shout, to muster strength within,
What is the point to fight when there is nothing there to win.