Endless mornings cut by the dawn razor. Whipping the nightmares to a froth. Endless questions with no answers. No replacement for what's been lost. Lost.
All of this comes crashing down. Cornerstone's gone. Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. . Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guiltless.
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.. Conniving opportunist. Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.. A violent panacea for what ails the nation.
Watch the broken common man. Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour. Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by. . Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul.