Begotten to a world of inescapable torments Night on the blood mountain An ever engulfing abyss below Abnegated future, with the past never possessed Nameless. Faceless. Ephemeral remembrance. Filling oneself with excrement. The suicide children. Indentured to the fruitless servitude Skinning each other alive. Peeling the mask of contentment Revealing vitriol flowing arterially.