Give me a reason to hang on
Give the strength to continue
In this land full of pain

How can I continue
to walk among the lifeless…the cowards and the ill-bred
while knowing that the noble ones are dying…or dead

In this reign of fear, you bend…or disappear
Ozymandias now has pathetic pretender of silly sneer and cold command
His colossal wrecks stretch everywhere, further spreading despair

The servile and hungry rise in thunderous applause to Works of their new god
The smell of decay stifling, but the fouls reckon it ambrosia
Cowardice begetting dystopia

A reckoning is overdue….