Weather or not you want to thrive or just get by, there's that will to survive that we can't escape and it keeps us naive and blind.
Dangers keep us locked up and treated as strangers while reason is a mystery we search for in gangrenous church mangers and pound our proud heads against a cross till it craters.
Something earned is something lost and something we already have is nothing we can gain.
A bleak outlook gives advice to take a step back, not to take the other direction but to reclaim stepping stones as a momento of the life that we lack.
Like dawning a black coat while trying to infiltrate witches and ghouls unaware that your the monster in a makeshift faΔade handing out nooses by the spools.
After which defending yourself on facts without merit to a town only left with fools.
What you can claim as facts are someone else's theories and someones reasoning is another person's fallacy.
The Noose is inductive to reasoning, in a world so free it's no wonder why The Noose makes such a perfect seasoning.