Assuming Self

His eyes translate an

Uncontrollable fury

His dislocation jaw

Grows in a groan

He moves only at

Insanity's request

When the hope of a

Victory becomes dismal

The wisdomless man

Exhausts himself

Hiding in his den

He cooks his fears

But time and time again

He passively observes

The collective slaughter

Always the same principle

A mortal lack of confidence

He doubts about the nature

Of his instinct

Disguise your thoughts

And implore the fury

Kneel down before

The altar of light