I'm at the precipice of a thought;
That the consciousness of man hangs-
in the wake of his own haunting inhumanity

What sins we casually propagate
As if they are salve
So chaotic are we dwellers of soullessness,
That destruction is all we know

The earth, She tries naturally to eradicate us,
but we are chaos.....so we survive
And in the end,
We are the end