Then a veil of mist descends   And I become a happier man   While unexplored self doubts pretend for a moment, to be   What they fear they are -   The recurrent assertion of surrogate horror   Well, it's been a bad year      A man's future is mangled,   Depression knots tightly at the center of his being   A wave of sensuality fucks that smooth hole      Yes, this has been quite a bad year      A brittle twig at the end of the branch cracks      This has been a bad year, conducted quietly from both sides   I predict people will die and new ones will arise   They shall arise   -Acceptance as prophecy-   Only one moment conquers   And that only to smash my sheltered childhood   A world which I loved,   I loved