futility

Oils and serpents and fettered want. Delusions run amok. Reality pressing itself upon your soul, forcing you into a mold. Squirming and fighting and biting and screaming in silence.

Relentless progression. Tick tock, calendar flip, years racing. The same, over and again, again, over and again.

Erudite deceit and theological mendacity. Hot irons to your eyes by the blind. The ordinance of compliance. Submission weakened by exhaustion and anguish.