The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late—it does not matter when, in the end it crushes us all.

Comfort makes cowards of us all.

Suffering does make us more sensitive until it crushes us completely.

If the state is strong, it crushes us. If it is weak, we perish.

We hasten to alienate the very fates we intended to woo.

But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.

We feel our shell keeps us safe, but it crushes us and others, and keeps out light and sun.

We are stripped bare by the curse of plenty.

The misery we inflict on sentient beings slackens our human evolution.

Time passes and pisses on us all.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

Our fame is suffocating for us.

Anxiety destroys scale, and suffering makes us lose perspective.

They destroy
while we want to live