A muted grey war,

     Prolific wolf weapons howl war's endless greed reigning in the apocalypse contagions from dry vampiric heaving fangs after the world's bleed silent, Every consciousness architect epidermis husk lies cauterised by brimstone six malfunctioning worm feet under the toxic sandcastle earth landscape, Ruined appearances paying an eternal blackened destiny pacifist death homage to fail miracle safe myths the signs eluded to... But no inhumane reissued ghost holding its derelict a-rogue-moral breath in a doomed tomb like shell obsidian rose a finger to end avarice's detrimental to everything violence.

In lieu of our participation in,

Remaining... full of excuses to do nothing.