Lurching from one travesty to another
finding the whole exercise of daily life
a vain and hollow pursuit,
our idols begin to crumble
society is in no way the natural habitat
for the animal of
man.

The sky is a miracle
the dirt is our mother
death is our birthright
and we are gods of chaos.

We have earned this,
our imminent ruin.

The current state of the kingdom is tactile misery.

Misery after all these years of trying.

No matter how far the hero travels
his demons are never far behind.