In ancient Roman religion, Portunes (alternatively spelled Portumnes or Portunus) was a god of keys, doors and livestock. He protected the warehouses where grain was stored. Probably because of folk associations between porta "gate, door" and portus "harbor", the "gateway" to the sea, Portunus later became conflated with Palaemon and evolved into a god primarily of ports and harbors. In the Latin adjective importunus his name was applied to untimely waves and weather and contrary winds, and the Latin echoes in English opportune and its old-fashioned antonym importune, meaning "well timed' and "badly timed". Hence Portunus is behind both an opportunity and importunate or badly timed solicitations (OED).
His festival, celebrated on August 17, the seventeenth day before the Kalends of September, was the Portumnalia, a minor occasion in the Roman year. On this day, keys were thrown into a fire for good luck in a very solemn and lugubrious manner. His attribute was a key and his main temple in the city of Rome, the Temple of Portunus, was to be found in the Forum Boarium.
We are a curse.
Disgusting and diseased.
No better than the rats that fill our streets.
We all will fall to produce the feed,
That douses the hunger of the machine.
No solace, catharsis, no crowning of kings.
You live as a drone.
Your life has no meaning.
My life has no meaning.
Our lives have no meaning.
We are all dead.
Enslaving the masses.
Obstructing the peace.
Raping the empires.
Feeding our greed.
We have killed them all.
We have brought on
Destruction, plague, death.
Our hands are never clean.
Manifest destiny achieved.
Life brings no new meaning.
Open your eyes, breathe in new life.
You live just to die. You follow false light.
Clawing and clawing to feel your insides.
All you will find are lies.
I am ruin. I am greed.
I am chaos. I am disease.
I am doom. I am rot.