12am

Every year we show respect

to our collective destructive neglect.

Every fear we generate,

through our abusive intellect.

We set the skies on fire,

to gain a short escape.

From that which screams so dire,

for our loving grace.

To you they entertain,

to them hell will rain,

if heart instead of brain,

this we would abstain.

Cease the war within,

and see the state we're in,

perhaps we can begin,

to cease our rigid cling.

Cling to our rituals that spread our suffering.

Free the individual from collective offering.

An offering of ignorance that cares little for others.

The littering of our trance that shares emitted shudders.

To all living beings that have to take this pain,

I send my love to you this time next year again.