I fled the enigmatic state; so far it's led to nothing. Now consequence demands that I am fighting gravity alone. So when the sky reclaims the Earth one day, they will have known that, truth be told, the praying mantises are feeding and separating souls. A calculated fate conceals meaning of second nature and meaning above all. When did they push their weight into your fragile fears? Step back from forced perspective; you are the hand of god, writhing in suspended fury. How is that fair, that the insects get the exoskeleton? I was told that there i s nothing to fear but fear itself