Will you die for the sins of your brothers? For the sins of your father, and mother? Are you prepared to be nailed to your cross of indignance and burned in the fires of your devotion? Will you suffer in the name of the ignorant masses?

You are expected to walk your path of divinity to the very end, followed by a brief fall straight to hell.

        Welcome to the Super-Charged velecotic Never-Ending path to Truth.

            It's fucking everywhere, you know. In every accountant who skims cash from his company's trust fund; in every sweaty, overweight redneck who beats his wife and rapes his two daughters on a nightly basis; in the man who drives the Mercedes and drinks his 20 Oz. bottles of diet coke, and he has to take his pills everyday, because if he doesn't, his blood pressure will sky rocket through the roof and he'll have a massive fucking cornary sitting behind his big desk looking out his big window, meanwhile his computer stores three gigs of pre-teen child porn on it's hard-drive. Even our vices have vices, like ticks sucking on the leeches lapping on the spilt blood of carrion.

This is fucking America.

            You can make all the fucking laws and regulations you want, and you can hold your charity benefits for the blind and crippled until your blue in the face, but none of that can change human fucking nature. We loot and steal and kill and it's so fucking enjoyable. What in god's name could be more entertaining? Weve long ago wiped our ass with everything this country was founded on, and this is the next step.

It excites us, in some great, horrible, lustful way. We love this wonderful transgressional cycle, this six sided drop to freedom.

So bury the sick and drown the poor.

There no one left to heal anymore.