Obsequious grunt. Lick the boot that kicks the face.
Obsequious grunt. Easiest to ignor the truth.
Sightless bore. Painful, dull apathy.
Sightless bore. Uninspired mockery.
Obsequious grunt, sightless bore. Tepid, shallow, unabhorred.
Wander fitfully from start to end until the days will turn, the time will come.
A conclusion that has since the first been forgone.
Go on until there’s naught to do but squabble over the remaining scraps of hope.
Divisive din will crack the ground below.
Feel it pulse. Feel it bend. Feel it break. Feel the fall.
Say goodbye to what was known.
Enter with fear into this new place called home.
