This is depression, weaponized to keep us grieving,
Sent not by rockets, but by blue light.
They say the world’s on fire, and everything hurts;
All our heroes are scumbags and all our gods are dead.
Lately, I’m nostalgic for nihilism.
We entered the Dark Ages because the end was coming,
But what if it always is?
Then, now, and forever: cataclysm approaches.
Do you go dark?