Frolicking in their Paradise of Hidden

where they wear Raybans to block the rays

and speaking truths to each other is forbidden

cocktails and nectar are served from ***** not trays

for in spurious abandonment no malaise is unbidden

Tis dawn of darkness, moon refuses grace to madness plays

faceless arrogance ordains pilgrims progresses paths untrodden  

in fevered embrace ominous dances of apparitions began the end

days