One last glance at the Fog reveals what’s true and what is false. The false ideals of conceited beings have been imposed upon our kind, but still, the darkness shines and draws me in over time, as visions of tormenting treachery cleanse me of all hope. A chilling indifference announces it's presence, as the vultures Circle above thy coming grave, when the time comes for the fog to take over. Thy existential distress will be released by karmic failure. I'm lost and an exit is nowhere to be found, as I'm wandering through this labyrinth of Hatred. Whatever outcome I have to bear, the Secret lies within the darkness. Self-murderous intent rises up in my mind, as tomorrows mother fails to give birth, and in a final act of desperation I turn the war against my rotten Self.