Sun with Pitchforks
The stars align
The force holding the spear comes crashing down
The dam breaks and the machine controlling everything turns into splinters
My head breaks and crashes into the light of day
The sun wielding pitchforks
On massive amounts of performance enhancing cyanide pills
That slowly deteriorate them from outside where they can see the deterioration happen to
Them
They can see madness happening
Yet, they turn away and spit on the hands that flick their personalities to try and help them
From themselves
One needs to wonder why they never bothered to try and listen to what it was trying to tell
Them