The shep don't sense it, all analytical ignorance of man.
A beautiful end of all travesty coming. And we don't even need it, it feeds us naught but the blackest scorn. And so will our judgement stand proud and tall when all mediocrity is all but forlorn. And era for the strong, the proud and damned. The leaders don't feel it, this dead democratic waste. Pitiful boiling reptiles. Too late to make any haste. Grasping for substance in the elusive. If only stupidity was a tangible thing. This grotesque vanity of the collective,