A look upon the face of modern life

Where men seek perfection they only find the butchering of ideals and the perversion of human nature. Nothing is sacred, few call upon the heavens, many carve fake idols in wood and stone and asphalt and glossy magazines, forever purified in the fire of industry, pop and the all powerful side order of fries.

I found myself on a dismal beach amongst piled corpses of poets, writers, philosophers and prophets whos lives have come to past… Friedrich Nietzche lay nearby. Birds where eating his thoughts and memories… 

We do not condemn, we do not condone, we just exist for we are strong.