Drunk behind the wheel of indifference and not a single care can be found like a lack of road signs on a dirt path
While some cannot keep the wheels aligned with future paths I stare past the glass paradigm and keep a steady course to nowhere, to destruction.
Steady hands and glassy eyes will suffice in this race.
Knowing nothing matters, matters more than anything.
My invisible reach spans lives and man made borders without those affected ever knowing.
In and out of other's affairs. A clandestine operation.
I am no Deity, just a craftsman with a knack for manipulating the strings so thin they appear invisible to you.
I will steer us all into the ground.
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