Material immateriality, a superior derogatory passion.

Hiding under a designer rock grasping at the remains of your pearls necklaces and diamond rings, the birds know not of the luxury, the tiger and the lion pursue not luxury, there was a star gazing down upon you, lapping up the energy of desire, feasting and beasting your only way, you are above a molding log sipping gold leaf, whilst hail stones drown you, there are no stars in heaven, there is no other, falling pines and crushing ways, you take me today so that I keep me sane, I lift my arms dangling absurdly priced gear, in the hope that someone will hear.

In the end, the fire burns your heart so thick in blackness no light can penetrate it, you hylic, you fool, there is nothing left here for you.