Forsaken to live in this intrepid existence.
Bleak is the future.
Becoming the children of the apocalypse is what we are destined for.
Hallowed be our pride for its very mention brings shivers to the spines of the desolated.
Desolated we will become as did our forefathers yet they hold on to their farce,
Expected an outcome worthy of their stature.
Fools to think so high of themselves while the truth spits at their face.