The shadow stands silent
in the sprawling distance.
He is the prophet of idle hands,
the conductor of self destruction.
He is the shadow of Control.
The unyielding silhouette
of greed soaked Executives.
The shadow on the bring needs no
cloth of mystery.
He is my own capacity for horror,
my drowning days of sloth,
and my forgetful unknowing inability
to learn.

DEFEND
TAKE AIM
at the prophet.