We suffer, why suffer more? Why bother? Seething, blaming me Enclave: Worship those in control Glass eyed cyclops: Bringer of blight, purveyor unknown The sum unspeaking tongues, and voice that equal none Amount to this god we've crafted from mud Awake yet we wait Enlivened we wander Rejecting the pure, and corroding the song Imbibe your cup...Learn More