The Death of Something

The great ones of this age
And their parroting disciples
Have told me I have no foundation.

They have told me that my light is a lie
They have told me I am lost without their truth.
They have told me I should doubt everything.

I have lost my grip on what was solid
I am carried by the great waves
The great waves in the stormy sea.

They have thrown me to my death
And I have jumped with them
And they claim knowledge as we all drown.

In a dark night on a wet sea
The waves are too big to swim against
Except for the monsters that move in the dark waters around and beneath us.

Who has drowned in hope?
Who has died in vain?
Where is the innocent punished?

This life is mean
This world is sick
And it sees only lies.