say it's over. assert power. in sweat and bruises.
we're gone. alone in the panic. a template of flesh pungent with choices. all spent by the past. on expired time machines and placebo medicines.
we're fast. swift on the whims of our sickness. the rancid meat. the stale bread. all of these blights making us rich.
leveraging the cure. like the perfect peasants that we are.
the world turns on empty fists. smaller now, than it's ever been. hopelessly corrupt.infinitely divided.
we drown in our virtue. we suffocate in our righteousness. the poison is us.