I see clarity and wisdom speak of comfort and joy as they console the multitude in desperate need of salvation. I see the weak bow and beg for acceptance without response. I see tired men and women from all blocks of life united under the pretenses of discomfort and pessimism going on about their dealings for a nickel a minute. I see recluse dreamers in a nightmarish existence of fear and loathing with no essence to blossom. I see authority figures exposed as frauds no matter the intentions. I see a subjugation of allegiances watching for their self-interests under the illusion of power for The People. I see a corruptible reality embracing the consequences of its inhabitants in an exercise of nihilistic connotations. And I see the end of us all written in black ink on a mural next to space.