Fire on the mountain,
Rage of the infernal machine.
Cities crowded with living disease.
The pox of ages.
And the corruption from factories of dread.
All are catalysts to the fall of soceity.
We are but pawns in the cycle of life.
Existential wisdom leads to enlightenment,
Which leads us into the dark corridors of the psyche.
Empires are constructed and demolished,
Like the ever-changing seasons.
War, pestilence, famine
Are but tools of the wretched.
If the kind hearted do not take action
All will be lost.
Thus a realm of eternal gloom