A wild and chaotic scramble to gather and consume.

To stockpile and gloat.

To fight tooth and nail, to stay aboard our boats.

To manipulate, to gain, to err to stay attuned

To this symphony of insanity, the soundtrack of our doom.

We proudly draw our instruments, ready to start

Ready to play our part

Ready to dream, from some empty blackened heart.

Until we drag our bows across the strings of our sad lives.

And hear the sheik of terror that changes the ocean tides.

And rains a storm of cries.

Our fathers’ broken dreams brew a vicious wind.

The evils of our mothers, the priests and all their sins

rock our ships to capsize, humanity overboard

Into an ocean of sharpened daggers, a sea of pointed swords.