Heavy rain, cracked windows, and a forgotten song.

These were the three things it took to string an ol’ boy along.

He never saw it coming, he only wanted to go home.

But he realized he would only be another number, a figure, a strange weird man who’d lost his own.

The treachery and the evil of the men who went to heist him.

Three of them conspired against him, a fat one, a bald one, and a man with a skinny chin.

The days of honesty were all but forgotten.

Left with the resemblance of a society, all the good ones layed up, all the rest rotten.

“Make it be the one who wants to see” said the man.

“I’ll be the only one who leaves once I finish all of you like I open a tin can.”

The battles started and the man knew his days were numbered.

He preferred dying squickly, being snubbed, leaving home to stay at work, coming back to be slumbered.

Fighting was the only way out. It’s what society knew, it’s what humans historically came to.

At the end of all days, it comes down to just him and whoever betrayed you.

Honor begets glory and love begets wisdom.

All of existence rests upon the laurels of the greatest of the kingdoms.