“The world has made choices for us”

Broad operatic strokes each lead to the inevitable tragedy and calamity. The sun sets on the old order as it deteriorates into the night. A new one rises from the web of oppression and lies the old one spun. But even with the changing of the guard we’re still left in the ashes of what we once loved. Everything is taken religion and loved one corrupted to serve the oppressors. Now we’re just forced to look at everything we hold dear fade away.