Down to Sweet Nowhere

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Down to Sweet Nowhere​

Nietzsche was my teacher
Taught me everything I do not know
Showed me how to get to where I should never ever go

Ecclesiastes? Religious feces!
His words spoke for themselves
Yet his contradictions and fallacies kept gospels on bookshelves

Less mad, much higher
Was the prophet Isaiah: half-tripper, half-liar
Psychedelic-angelic precursor to Christ
A psychotic-prophetic seer
God visited twice

Over-rated Jesus, he just wanted to tease us
Prankster prophet saviour Jew
46 parables, and not a word of it true

Existential jump-starter
French philosopher, Jean-Paul Sartre
On Godless knees, day and night, fellating actor-martyr

Now, pave the way for the false prophet!

We were incredulous, incapable of belief and only able to criticise
The only things we heard, therefore, were his mistakes and his lies
Exodus didn't liberate us from our former fears
That bearded nomadic sand-dwelling seer
Kept us caged, substituting a tear for a tear
He'll slice your foreskin off, too, cause that's just how he rolls
The King Pimp of old Sinai's humble hostage pie: all pastry, slave and hoe

Sogyal, of Tibet, stood at least twenty-five feet tall
The excavations of his psyche, could nauseate Jean-Paul
Having looked death straight in the eye, as soon as he could crawl
He was, compared to Moses, a man with giant balls
To meditate, Buddha explained, is not just to relax
You must clear your mind of everything, especially the facts
The highest state to achieve is beyond hypnotic trance
His teachings helped me to see, as e helps me to dance

The Tibetan monk left Jesus Christ rotting in the ground
Surpassing Nietzsche, too, by a dozen leaps and bounds
Illusions are to monks, like mysteries to sleuths
They sacrifice their egos, in the name of truth
For everything's illusory, and must be treated like a cyst
One day, it occurred to me:
Sogyal did not exist

I found myself alone, then
On an endless flight of stairs
The elevator had broken down
...a sign was hanging there

"Up towards the truth," it said
"Or down to sweet nowhere”

My feet moved by themselves
Descending flights of stairs
I did not look up, towards the truth
Only down, towards despair