heaven

there is no heavenly portal open for your abcesses, no operating table for your terror of id. cancer shall consume the consumer at the price of a barrel, the bargaining end of a gun. this is the end of our way of life. now we must scatter, taking with us the greatest shards of what was once our global existence, and rebuild. our streets shall remain empty, desolate. we could not share, and so we have lost paradise.