practitioners of stone hearts

The revolution will come and devour all that is considered to be the excesses of the intelligencia. No God will judge this, for the new God is an object of its own fascination. Media will operate without mediation or sanctity. There will be no rules and ever foreboding boundaries to crush. There will be the upheaveal of the many against the fleeing of the few. Feel your comfort now, for you will burn and die on the streets in droves as you hunt for food. Looks will kill. There is no saviour. Find a haven. Run to it. Defence becomes more than the weapons of choice in the beginning of this modular disorganised destruction. This is our future. I will comment. I will hope. And within this weak hope I may be killed by a hoodlum with a knife. My son shall bleed tears now I am faint blackness. But son, vengeance is not the truth.