The city was ripe with strife— no breather left between the pages of grief The mind held ceremonial burial, long forgotten, while conglomerates and worker ants alike turned the knife inward, foreshadowing the decay to come. Embezzlement of morals brought forth a shackle. They are all doing time— full time, jail time. A prison guard disguised as Avalon’s gatekeeper disperses us onto the treadmill of tedious mundanity.