Into The Night, Hell Is Just To The Right

I look out upon the lies concealed by the lack of light,
who can not hear the buoyancy of muffled cries in the night?
This stillness in the winds oh stinging heat from within,
as people shuffle by each other hope! belongs to an another.

Heedless harden-hearts foolish fallacies in delusional fantasies,
revealing the rot that’s in our Unreasonable irrationality.
This toxic thoughtless naivety enslaves the reckless,
the visually vocally rude brood! before becoming restless.

So hysterically the hapless become hostile to the humble,
the fiercely loyal flex their hate before it’s time to rumble.
Come bear witness to this carnage in the shadows with delight,
man! descending into the bowels of hell sounds! just about right.