Brusquely from a corner reality strikes



Gnawing a cavernous hole deep into



Our sacred nebulas of taintless sanctity



Silently a stream of tears cascade



Straight down the trestle of our noses



Plummeting upon the quay of sorrow



Not shedding a single ounce of mercy



We were never ready for the cataclysm



For fear consumed us within its deathly clasp



Evoking a raging war of impending doom



There has always been a thin line drawn



Between the dawning rancor of reality



And the cruel hands of humane society



Day by day the razor's edge of death



Slices directly to the core of our veins



Leaving the blood to bathe the streets



Of blatant necrophilia and ruthless carnage