Dream-like mist splinters the clarity of reality
worn, badge of honor
descend to hero’s villainous end
Nothing makes sense
Cents makes nothing
Infants cut teeth on capitalism
Douches cause women to dance
Grown men dress for tea parties
Zealots kill by command of peace-loving gods.
Misty realities collide with the clarity of fantasy
worn, badge of shame
villains parade, borne upwards (ascendance)
Everything makes sense.
Cents make everything.