• For why has god smitted thy?
    Forever tormented by this system of perpetual education.

    In this eternal circle we all look to the sanctum of heat.
    But has this to been curropted?

    My eleventh punishment has come to an end…
    And the sanctum I did reach.

    Those who seek my torment and my salvation force me to tame the beast with four legs and rounded paws.
    The sanctum now curropted, my midday dreams forestalled.

    I can only float through this grim truth.
    My reality barren of its once restful sanctum.

    A heat bringing only the bitter taste of lectures.
    Our brains swelter into overworked parfait.

    Now we groun, an unanswerable pain,
    Like zombies, we seek the end.

    So, do you sit idly by as all is lost?
    Or do you rise, and fight for the blazing sanctum thought to be gone?

    I know not whether one can succeed,
    But only that my sanctum is mine, and it shall not fall alone.