Decadence is restrained and smothered by the strictest codes of conduct
And you'll writhe naked upon the sands as the sun flays every inch of skin which is then assaulted and hacked away by the scorching
Barren wind of empty breath
You wail and pray and grovel on your knees for a drop of water
Just a bit of substance
Instead, you must sustain yourself on the scraps of idleness
Or gorge yourself on the incessant corruption and muck of indifference
Excessiveness is a virtue
Debasement is a virtue
This is the birthplace of Saint I-Don't-Care
The patron saint of extravagant waste and crippling depression
Enjoy the masquerade of dark
Bitter smiles of those too senseless to notice the uncanny resemblance: uptight aristocrat
Lackadaisical vagabond
Different uniforms for the same subservient fuck