Those with no class, no tact, no kindness.
Those brazen fiscal fools. Loud. DEAFENING.
Baying of nothing sweet like wolves, but that of monstrous industry.
I beg you
Please
Take the blade of my ancestors, and slide it smartly across your throat.
Be careful not to get any of your willfully vile essence on my feet.
You need not fear, so long as you're nothing like my enemy... yet there are so many of you.
Faceless... inhumane swine of the legion.
What hope is there to crush your culture of pustuous bile?
What shining beacon, what guide is there against a sea of self promoting, gluttonously greedy, inarticulate, uneducated FILTH.
All is lost... against this philistine "me society".
The imdominatable cur horde celebrated in glorious sunshine.
While individuality is feared, loathed, and driven further into cold darkness.
Enemy.
Yet in this darkness... it is innevitable that we will feed, grow, breed... and hunger for light once again.
We will regroup.
We will lick our wounds.
Sharpen our spears.
And we will return to our rightful place in the light.
You need not fear me, enemy, for my weapon will liberate you.
My edge brings not death, but life.
Brilliance.
Vision.
Love me.
For I have desired, plotted, the execution of your captors. I have mapped it, charted the course of its unfolding history in my heart with your tongue.
Embrace me, and I will show you a new world of the old.
My faceless, beloved, detestable enemy.
So loathesome you are beautiful.