The Red Crown

What can we offer to the lost?
 A tiny piece of divinity?
 But what? Just to watch them bring it to its knees?
 To lose it without ever knowing what power it may possess?
 Yes, kill it quickly
 Let it fall to the moment of crisis
 When what one has not chosen but accepts as their existence
 Begins to show its scars
 And the plans and the dreams of the "Ideal Life"
 Have crumbled away.
 Fall deeply into the mundane
 Don't let the screaming that riots within have a voice -
 Instead drown it in satisfying ridiculous lusts -
 Sudden desires that well up which tell one
 That they must give in
 Or life will end without meaning.
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 But these desires are second-hand, tired, designed...
 A culture of repression with no imagination
 Looks to destruction
 To feel alive
 A culture of repression with no imagination
 Looks to destruction
 To feel alive.
 The world will end
 They say
 so why not watch it burn?
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 The world will end
 They say
 So why not watch it burn?
 The world will end
 They say
 So why not watch it burn?
 Heavy is the head that wears the crown