I Am Who Is Not

I am the truth that untruths itself.
I am the logic that leads to chaos.
I am the temple of the night, whose god is despair.
Rejoice all ye who are heavy burdened.
I have come to release you from all hope.
I am the truth that untruths itself.
Speak to me my beloved, of all the things you love.
Of the sweet destinies,
and the gentle dream that embraces you.
One gentle kiss from me -- the illusions vanish,
And the quiet enclosed garden becomes a desert.
I am the logic that leads to chaos.
The effect that has no cause.
I am the nothing that nothings.
The sleepless eye stands before thee.
I roam the world, testing the base of idols -
They shatter before my gaze.
I am the temple of the night, whose god is despair.
Behold! The beast rampant.
The son of Pan* -- the bringer of despair.
The plague beyond cure.
O hectic souls, rushing to and fro,
Making a world in which you can live.
Casting a smile upon the flux,
And exclaiming, "I see that it is good."
I am the nothing that nothings.
My heart called to god once,
But in his silent response - gave me license,
To find the god within.
Not the god who says, "I am that I am."
But his shadow, who says -
"I am who is not!"

*Pan: Roman god of wild, unstructured nature.