Nothing is.

Nothing is free.

Nothing is free from boundaries.

The grand hatch has been spoiled

Fed and spoiled with binaries.



In eternal duality

From one to another absolute .



She drags her burden to the cunning

To seek her sermon's sequel lot

One step back to from where she's coming

Once suffered from, it can't be given back.



Freedom must be -

But maybe not.

Maybe secure, maybe not.

As nothing is - nothing will be

Ever binary to the core.



In eternal duality

From one to another absolute.



She drags her burden to the cunning

To seek her sermon's sequel lot

Absolution comes as a stunning illusion

That tears her heart apart.



This parasital redeemer

Spoils the poor with significance

Throws blessings upon the contempt and feeble

And strains the shrewd with hesitance.