The Syringe Dance - Zhrine

Infected, a growing madness thrives in all

Towing towards sirens, an endless calling thirst

Promised warmth, pleasures, wealth

To be kept blindfolded and led on in the perfect state of equilibrium

While towering mountains and deep waters crumble

As virtue and wisdom wither to dust

Once beyond measure, boundless and omnipresent

When fruits bear no seed and the earth yields no fruit