The sky splits tearing paper limbs from their comfortable contortion
making known the predisposed discontent and conjuring discord to serve a new generation.
Flooded veins pouring out of open wounds,
never to dry up until soaked entirely through
the constant patter of stagnant repression crafting static regression,
drown in cheap memory
repulsive harmony
forced contention
may it all return seeking revenge on a lifeless fragment
a fraction of the initial structure.