I have nothing to add to you

We all talk and talk

But who is who?

A lawless man stands upon the hill. Calling up strength from unseen places. His hands hypnotic, facilitated by his silver tongue. “What good are you without the other?” he jests with the symbols of diversity stricken across his chest

A pre-guided world divided and conquered. Ripe for such synthetic unity. All who see beneath the surface are marked, soon to be tarred and feathered, mere months from losing their heads. First starved of any financial ability to keep themselves alive, or their families. Then called out by their friends, relatives, pariahs of the masses. A second holocaust the entire world will take part

“How could you object to any other?” The masses speak, devoid of identity, gender, race and morals

They imbibe lawlessness, like the very bread and water of god