Human project gone awry. Loss of balance, I fall to the sky. Pits of decay left to eat, end of all days, nothing left to feed. And I weep, fearing the end, beating the weak, this is not how it ends. Let it begin, eternal torment, bathing in sin, buried in cement. Wallowing in sorrow, hollowing tomorrow, revolting.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN