The idea of easy-going slander coming off the serrated edges of prejudices
Feels like a smooth passage through the unimaginably magnanimous universe
Where does it get this eternal patience from to deal with the aberrations?
There won’t be any seeds anymore and fruitless ideas will wilt immediately
The onus of injuring life, the stifling of love, and trampling the human ethos
Detesting the possessions of Earth, drilling monotonous passage through it
They all meet there, at the world of desperation, indifference, and fear
Intelligence becomes a liability on the already heavy burdens of the past