"A country in shambles while the world beyond rebuilds- but we are surrounded by vultures here, with no choice but to watch and wait and prepare a grave, just in case. No amount of prayers or God's blessings will uncurse this soil; do you not think he revels in the bloodbath too? He's not worried for you- all alone, while cockroaches and maggots feed on your cerebrum, you're being trained not to notice- leaving your mouth exposed to let everything devilish in and clamoring for social trophies while the world around you gets destroyed.
Will it all have been worth it after you've killed yourself to be on the wrong side of history?
The flag is on fire, it's razed to the ground, your King Clown caught the hoax, are you listening now?