steve "And in our top story tonight...,"
' In the glass of hours grain after grain drips down.
Prognosticate the flood in which we all shall drown.
And in their ivory towers the watchers lost their sight.
Fumbling for a match as fires set their world alight.'
Biting socio-political commentary, blasphemous augury, sheer fucking poetry.
Favorite track: Rejoice in Apathy.