The seams are all falling off
Revealing whats been all along
The nightmares have not been starved
Full and fat
The hunger marches on
Coherent or not
Always with the "I forgot" or "I lost control"
March on soldier, secure the throne, for the masters on the side of the borders that you call home, and who have chosen to use this world for the good of none but their own
March on civillian, no one wants to help you because there is nothing left where you call home and that you own and that you could use to pay us back for what youd owe
Irrational as always
The response of veracious eyes, opaque disguise, and greedy minds
Chaos calls for this and worse
Nothing in this world can save them from it
Except for the vigor to hold those in contempt
And
We may feel like we are the few, but we are the only ones who can