I wish to take from you everything and leave you with nothing.
Not the shirt on your back nor the shoes on your feet.
I want to strip you down to your flesh and bones
You will not thank me, at least, I do believe.

Time will pass and you will sit and wonder
How heartless was I? How cruel and so mean?
As you contemplate fault your opinions will fluxuate.
Until you see the end, the truth, the love, the freedom.

You see, free from obsession and possession there is truth.
Truth in absolution, and the absolute is nothing.
Nothing ever lasts to tell the tales of time.
So too are you, not but a mirror of the self you wish to see.

Projections of reality loom in subconscious thoughts based upon needs.
The need to survive, and to grow, and belong, and be loved,
Projecting themselves outward seeking their quickest avenue to satisfaction.
Like lightning seeks the ground, their pace is rapid and unnoticeable.

But you, you are man, doomed for failure of such unnoticed events.
Your greatest success is simply understanding the truth in you.
Nothing is as real, as concrete, as it seems to be.
In this you can truly be set at ease.