The clock strikes twelve,

in a cave you delve.

Lost without cause,

inaudible applause. 

Depth of meaning, 

the god is reigning.

The flowers blossom,

without word. 

Silence you seek, 

but without worth. 

Measured by tolerance, 

An intolerant creature that stands, 

A man in the shadow,

A man in a trance.

                                                  -APOPHIS