Filling Space

Filling space This enormous white square is taunting me daring me to fill its pristine quadrangular with words to soil its surface and after the dead send it back to the great non-existing world Illusion called the internet where life has no meaning the moment the computer is off. A place so bleak it is the ultimate nothingness No god or devil would intrude here lest they Lose sanity and free them from nil and Know there is no hell or heaven the promise Betrayed on the altar of the last lie, Oh, stupid humanity they have to create wars Something to dies for to give pathetic life A meaning dying for a meaningless cause this Is the dream of virtue of remembrance, but It is the only gift god, and the devil can give Before night falls.