The check is cashed and the ride is through, but the music hasn’t stopped yet and nobody is quite sure why. Political farce overtakes the pragmatic issues at hand, alleviating the guilt from those who’ll repeat their evil deeds in secret. Always conniving to discern a new spell to enslave these putrid fucks.
If you happen upon a wounded soul in the deep of night, what else is there to do but work to restore it?
The vagrants who pilfer through mass graves won’t understand death is – that being no different from life itself to their knowledge. All across the world, there are effigies written about those who attempted to break the mold – that which shapes our broken dreams into contorted phantasms of misanthropic hallucinations. In other words: the New World Order.
Order out of chaos. With a thumb firmly placed on the neck of the beast, life can be siphoned securely. That which feeds the vampires of globalization will not last forever. The blood of men is tainted and unsuitable for the sustenance of life beyond this channeled nightmare of ignorance and corruption. A better world could not be imagined, for there is no god to comfort your broken head when the fascism envelopes your zone of excrement.
You won’t escape.