No pity for the destitute Of the land stained in blood Left deserted to face futility We must not dream of virtue Us poisoned elite We are void Decry the willing Decry the resolute The desperate grasp releasing In refusal to subsist An endless aperture Is the essence of their disposition Obtuse at the surface Pernicious in being Cut through the superficial, cursory effusion What is ignored in the present Will be resurrected The forsaken confront entropy Alone, helpless, wandering toward demise