Discordian mirrors reflect the void’s laughter,
Nihilistic echoes, what comes after?
Eastern sands shifting, no permanence in sight,
In the dance of existence, find your own light.
Distorted mirrors twist and bend all reflections,
No image true, only misconceptions.
Laughing at our grasping for solid ground,
when all truths are fluid, uncertainties abound.
Nihilism screams no meaning can be found,
All drifts to chaos with no purpose bound.
Our lives but mist, transient and brief,
No point seeking joy or relief.