See

This is on The Obscurian, but I don't want Chupacabra to be stopped, even though I don't think any of us look at it anymore. Oh, sad.


Summer crawls 'til Winter snows
And all will come undone
People crash while no one knows
That none of us have won

All wear masks to hide the pain
And truth is buried deep
Twisted tongues will lie again
For pride they wish to keep

Vile words spat without thought
Cut deep into the bone
See the mess that Man has wrought
Blind to what we're shown