The incoherent prejudice of the human mind is by nature paradoxical
A menagerie of discombobulating ideas and unrighteous justification
In the end, the only thing truly remaining is the hate we breathe into existence
While the joy and jubilance is quickly drowned beneath humanity in itself
To only shine forth when the world is nothing but a sea of ash
Devoid of emotion or consciousness
The End is nothingness personified
