Every day I contemplate a world I never made, nor desire, nor trust About which no one consulted me Steps adorned with this dead bird of a society I didn't ask for this Every glimpse of hope soon reveals that the fix is in If these thoughts form an edge, I'm going to find it A quick just end for this world, I'll get behind it Forced to exist Full collapse already begun Any world that I'm welcome to is better than the one I come from