Nihilism is the shibboleth of the day of the beastly
Carnage of the lucre the superstition of feeble minds
The crisis they procreate, blind much to apprehend
Ideologically inconsistent, philosophically unsound in disposition
The sea of moral turpitude brimmeth over the strong-willed meadows
The rock of idiosyncratic convictions be deemed foolhardy
Let’s weather this storm in diabolical timelessness
We dare to emerge clean in this philistine dirt
Nothing to leave behind, let’s take this legacy with us.