I
Am haunted by The Fallen
The dead who came before me

Their minds have burned away
In the face of social insanity
The fire that purifies the true-believers

They live Elsewhere now
A place left only
For the true avoiders

The Fallen lost their way
In the war against false humanity
The people who live to hurt and self-destroy

The pressure
Becomes too much
And all falls to shadow

But I
I still press on
Still fight the darkness of cultural chaos

I
May be the last survivor of my kind
The last to still be fighting

I
May be
Alone