[UnbornBuddha]

There's nothing left of me, not even a residue,
The complete eradication of every mental view.
I bet even nothingness has a centrifuge,
Eternal truth is a feeling from this musculoskeletal suit,
A cringe developed as a reflex, a primitive sensory move.
Primordial nerve groups that only reflect the energy used;
The electric juice conducted through their dendritic fuses
Is not evidence of the blueprint to how any of our spirits look.
The aftermath is an ephemeral crux,
Full of questions only made larger by bigger books.
Our existence is merely a universal fluke
You and I weren't placed here by a greater good,
The preposterousness of entities in celestial moons
Summoning us through their heavenly flute!
In the crease of my hand, lies a message for you
It says: that oblivion has the most semblance to you
But, I don't want to downplay the time I've spent with you
It's been a blast!!... It's just that all things end in a flash
One second they're there, and the next they're gone
Poof! Death to all the memories we collectively loved
Shiva and the Aghori's transcend beyond,
While, I on the other hand, end dissolved
The vaporization of the entirety of my soul
Takes pressure off my skull... fire in the hole!
My eyeballs turn to goop and mush
Sclerotic crust that can be used to spook some runts.
A voice in my head told me bloodletting fun
And so, I agreed to let God lancet my tongue
The bet is, if I yell once, I'm done.
But, if I win, I can cure this hellish pox
That ripples throughout my inguinal zone, herpes simplex
And varicella-zoster combine to cause a mean case of shingles;
The post-neuralgic pain and pockmark scars are quite the symbols
That if you don't believe in anything, they'll put the belief in you!