I speak the word of prophets
in my own profanity,

I find the book of answers
to lack all consistency,

I know the way of virtue
in its true simplicity,

I wear the cloak of beauty
to mask my depravity,

I hold the key to knowledge
of a great antiquity,

I walk the line of madness
at the edge of sanity,

I stare into the void
of our species' destiny,

I hear the ticking clock
of my own humanity.