start a conversation finish it with a scream i know all the answers but what do the questions glean not afraid of fiction just the already known unlock the future truths from the gilded tomes reverse the compass to get where we came from soothsayers almanac predicts a growing disdain insanity breeds discourse conversations cut short by the ramblings of dilettantes too late to abort locked in a rut unable to be swayed been in the storm too long lord let me pray born again free from sin let the suffering begin i crossed you out i wrote you out i toyed you out i punked you out