Harken the cries of a new era
Artifice meets opportunity
Finding new horrors
Generating a new paradigm
Shackles made
Of logical fallacy
Straw men are immune
To targeted rationale
Geld yourself to please the altars
Of self-righteous indignation
Roads build by folly and best intentions
Glitter with fool’s gold
Suffer not the useless and foolish
Nor the craven or coward
Be nourished on rivers of blood
And fed the bodies of failed men
No beacon of light
Illuminates the future
Decisions founded on promnesia
And ancient selection
Paradox 