They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again. You are not surprised when their throats
are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
“It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched, for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real they are bruised and wounded.”