The Onyx Tide
An everlasting canvas, infinitely impressionable. Stained with the archaic rhetoric of the damned. Carved out of misanthropy and molded in the bondage of toothless jaws. The tides of submission consume the pure while the wicked drown those who oppose their fateful positions. This is the human condition. This is how we drown. This is how the black waters overwhelm the conscience of the weak and pollute their hearts. We are but cattle led to the slaughter.