A spectre scaling up to surface,

To sound a signal in the spirit,

The conscience loses all control,

As air is sequestered by tautened walls,

Oracular theories, traveling through,

Congested sectors, brimming with disarray,

Fictitious pandemonium,

An indomitable condition, unyielding and unruly,

A conflict that clashes, in only one anima,

Chaos reigns in a limitless cycle,

Like a sulling sea, spiking and settling,

The loop never ends, a war with no peace,

A solitary soldier, losing their struggle.