No Wisdom Brings Solace

I've tried to fight pessimism

To look for an explanation to the prime weakness we seem to convey: A strong drive to destroy ourselves

All statements have turned out to conduct to a maze of suspect justifications

Encased between hermetic walls of incertitude



Axioms appear so contrived

And science, the paragon of devious crafts

I struggle to assimilate this fact: No wisdom brings solace



I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to truly understand the misery of men

The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed: To know is to be saved



I'm lost, standing at the crossroads with no mean to decide on a better course

No choice appears convenient, no pathway predominates

Unsure to ever escape my posture of inflexible disbelief

I decide but to abandon this hunt for significance



Axioms appear so contrived

And science, the paragon of devious crafts

I struggle to assimilate this fact: No wisdom brings solace



I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to truly understand the misery of men

The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed: To know is to be saved



Nothing is true, nothing is eternal, there's no reward for steadfast belief

In a flawed system of assumption but a breakdown of cognition gears

To deprave the core of all knowledge and confer it the arrays of faith

Is to increase the prospect of oversight and absurdity



I start to realize the limitations of my attempt to truly understand the misery of men

The more I look inside, the more I'm prone to deride the basis of every creed. To know is to be saved