By its path, there is no [death]?

Shattered bits of hope cascade across the barren wasteland
I call my heart.
We suffer.

Countless piercing bells sing warning and sorrow
In our world.
We suffer.

Binge thinking pollutes the contagious ignorance
In which we swarm.
We suffer.

In final days awoken, truth will purge the pandemic
For which we breed.
We suffer.

In consummated freedom do we experience the purity
Controlling, yet glorious.
They suffer.