Cathedral of Thought

In the beginning - silence. A whisper carved in ash: “Build not of flesh, but reason, Brick by brick of dream and clash.” Every stone a name forgotten, Every echo holds a flame… Raise the dome of burning doubt! Let the silence scream aloud! No gods here - just thoughts unbound, A cathedral built from sound! Specters walk through vaulted fear, Philosophers in fractured glass. Their voices ink the arches high, A prayer too sharp to pass. Faith and science side by side, Dancing where the saints have died… Raise the dome of burning doubt! Let the silence scream aloud! No gods here - just thoughts unbound, A cathedral built from sound! Tick… tick… A clock with no design. What hour is it in the soul, When truth forgets the time? Confess to code and metal breath, To saints in circuits born from death. Tell them your doubts, your fear, your flame They’ve heard it all. It’s all the same. No savior left. No sacred lie. Just thought that learns to die. Raise the dome of burning doubt! Let the silence scream aloud! No gods here - just thoughts unbound, A cathedral built from sound! Now light descends, not warm, but wide, A sterile star that cannot lie. And still the walls begin to shake… Your mind, the only god you make. Raise the dome of burning doubt… No gods here just thoughts unbound… A cathedral built from sound!