Not one clear day left in this cataclysm of a temple of honor and resistant once lived . No need for such useless oxidized waste now. Prometheus's flame consumes the wick of humanity slowly now with slim regard for the fuel witch turned asunder , Compromise is not this commentary value . I say flee from the helpless as if they carried death on a beam of moon light . Fossilized is my way to circumstances of the heart . Lost , Flying atmospherically , no need for oxygen. I Hide in incandescent lighting , witch pales in comparison to my true cruelty and malcontent for those corroded by ignorance's used as shields from the onslaught of Pictorials spit , prepped or caught in the visualized recompensed aggression that inevitably must swell like a flooded tributary, aneurysms play many lobotomizing lullabies for this eternal debt we all must pay 3:)