This becomes truth. Start a silent war against the consequences of a depth-less, willing ignorance and docile inaction. Open eyes pressed shut against the sweaty palms of a coward, scared of this truth suffocated. This cure... This cure is the sickness poisoning against the needs we ignore distracted, telling these lies. Fight this silent war against the consequences of a depth-less, willing ignorance and docile inaction. Open eyes pressed shut against your palms. They cannot shield from shame cast on yourself. In our own false void we have created the urge to fill this false emptiness in a fight rendered useless in the face of this crushing insignificance. But, pour out the forced sorrow from our hearts and we can wash this away. If we could only act, could this persist despite us?