The surroundings are broken
Black, torn, ripped, cold, dark
Trying to reach a diaphragmatic breath
You can see their breath
It’s cold and it’s only getting colder
Is it fight or flight that’s keeping them
There’s a place for them
There’s also a place for us
For you, for me, for our future children’s children
What do they add to their cauldrons?
Lust, greed, ignorance, malevolence
Can we defeat this?
Do we need to defeat this?
What would happen if this was defeated?
They’re all starving,
They going to turn inhuman
Barbarian idiocy, it’s all the same
They will not only eat you alive,
But they will also eat your soul.
At one point they were all roses
They are currently ashes.
Next, they will be dust.
Then non-existent.