Tiring observations the night never tires of making

This will that humanity has, in imposing system on itself. So dull and un-extraordinary except in it's insistence. System, whatever the sake. Each to fall in it's own way.

To cruelty
To artlessness
To appetite and carelessness
The ideals you had
The vanity
Your system would not fail us
Could not fail us

And yet each has. One toppling itself after another. Fools to system. You had too much faith in yourself. Too much faith in your liberality. Too much faith in your money. Too much faith in your clothes. In that name. In your word. No system is safe, from humanity.