Death Will Kill Us All

The Brooding Horizon Soldiers Malevolently On

As Humanity Disintegrates To Her Constituent Parts

Her Vanity, Her Inanity, Her Utter Repugnance

How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love The Bomb

It's A Waking Dream Or The Apocalypse

It's A Slit Throat On Your Wedding Day

Tragically Understood To Be That Error

Of Predestination