Faults of those whose actions’ causes anguish upon others. Worked til they’re asphyxiating . Needles inserted in flesh of the wounds of the ignorant. Wished to be dead. Not a soul shows concern. Paid to make you feel felicity and pseud. Dressed in colors of the dead rainbow. Halls filled with nothing and silentness as an alarm goes off. Another dead. Second home to most. Hated by those who require it the most. Its own community inside. Cut off by society. Play the game, make your own rules up as you go along. Knowledge is essential, without it, you’re on a worker in the department of nothing. Handing out food to those who save lives of those who don’t care to be saved. Dead. Perfect 1980's milieu. O’ Mother, father, son and daughter. All dead. Look beneath you, what is seen? The same scene. Not the one you desire, but the one you dream you ne’er saw. Millions of tiny brains working together. If one is off track, eat them alive. No one will care, no one will notice. Striving to be at the top of nothing. Laid beneath layers of fortune. Made by killing more than you’ve saved. Ladies and Gentle Men. Children of all looks. Welcome to the Death Zone created by You and Me.