A toast to vicissitudes
That turn the tides of ones will to live
Let us revel in debauchery
And all that is self-deprecating
Prompting grandiosity and delusional accusations
From all that are looking in from the outside
For there are blank faces in public spaces
who can never simply feel content to just be
Fathomless fates from the freezer
Awaits all those who stray from Frey
A festal procession leads the congregation to
Perdition and soon complacency will follow too.
Predisposed to a predilection
for the neglect to has come before.
Effectuating apathy with every day that passes
Am I forsaken to be eternally ****** to the void?