Death to the King and All His Loyal Subjects

Ascending through the hive of the ancients
Crafting candles of ethereal dissent
We are the heirs and masters to the grey throne of melancholia
We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless
Towering, gilded
White pedestals erected in supplication to these raise'ed demigods
Detached and preening with conceit
We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless
Everything we've ever done--everything we'll ever do--is meaningless
Attend our needs
Servants, lie in debasement
Sustained on the crumbs of pseudo intellect
Dime store wisdom disguised as politico philosophy
The illusion of ideology
The imposition of precious ego
No room for opposition
One view rules all
One view ruins all
What was once a strength is now an affectation
A glamour cast over unsuspecting acolytes
But straddling mystery and candor leaves the bloody lips exposed
Reticence abandoned
Mythos dismantled
Blustering malcontents, so pedestrian, so very mundane
Childish bores talking and talking and talking in circles
Oh, you treacherous swine
Self entitled scum hiding in the fog of poverty
The veil of the oppressed
Self righteous ire
Self absorbed privilege
Self aggrandizing dribble
Tribulations contrived amidst vacillating
Abstraction reeking of guilt and greed
Fecund ambivalence from ostentatious parasites
Deluded vanity inextricably entwined. Instability, insecurity
Flagellants revealed
We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless
Go now to the scourge pits to atone