Binging on cringing,
Dysphoring on feelings,
Abiding in nihil,
The heroes are dying.
Living the youth of the olds,
Prostrating ourselves to Priapus,
Advancing backwards,
The skin is petrifying.
Striving to reverse metanoia,
Gomora is back.
A resurrected Noe
Is building a rocket to run.
Run inward.