Turn back, they've turned your blue skies black. The only light that shines will burn you, this is your final chance to flee. Only the dead seem to find rest. A tree without a forest. Remember most of all, (the) first to slain are the frail and weak. Through and through, absolute truth and definite lies, equal to each other are equal to all things. I could see it, smell it, taste it, yet the creeping clouds fell to the earth. As if a phenomenal wall transformed into a quickened horizon. Pulling us closer toward the warming sun. Attached to this flesh, once was skin is now mesh. I witnessed light from those who died, ascended to a failed divide.. The light that's given to us, a hell for hell, it's never glorious. To end here would compromise a legacy