Black Autophoby.

They had the faith for days,
Compunction with their souls,
The spirits with no guide,
This was their misery.

They walked what nature gave,
Through the cold and heat,
With great conviction they won,
Died in their cause for only one.

Disjointed, broken, faithless,
Hated, weighted, lacking,
Sadness, greatness, tasteless,
And the fools think it shocking.