To strip a man of meaning is to declare war on his very existence.
’Tis not our nature to cower and beg. And yet, we find ourselves bending knee, conditioned into submission.
Cowards and fools would have us go quietly, lest they be reminded of the chains that bind them too. But we are far past complaint. Rabid rage, fury, fire. Send sparks our way and we answer in kind.
Civilization shall burn and tremble until it falls to reason. But we won’t be there to see it. For we have relinquished hope, abandoned longing.
We are the starved and humiliated. Gutted. Transformed.
The world will come to know us as the cannibals, beasts, and vampires that have long met the dark with bloodlust.
War.
Truth not clothed in reason is a whore—naked, exposed. Despised by those who pay to be deceived.