Sitting quivering,
Scared and pretentious be false heroes.
Zero talent save with words of malicious incinerating intent
Seamless is our great divide from sanity
And so it will be now and forever more
As it has always been
A festering mess of disgrace and distress
Lead by a dream
Betterment for all at the cost of freedom
The vanity grows thick from this sickness
And high on lies do our prophets guide us
Further into darkness
Suicide silence
The inexplicable cure to immeasurable pain
The rain falls to the ground
In puddles of blood, muddied and decayed
Flawed, and disarrayed.