Destory All Calendars
by Run With The Hunted· from Destroy All Calenders
How can this be? How could this have possibly happened? Everything I've ever been told, merely a lie. Wrapped up in comfortable mythology suffocated by false pursuits of happiness. A culture born at any expense. From the ashes of history this monolith rises skyward, ascending reality leaving in its wake a trail of blood for a saddened existence. A societal foundation built on careful calculation, lies and insanity, superego and conquest, unhappiness and destruction hand in hand. When the outcome rules the process, when the end consumes the means, we leave ourselves with one option: extinction. But these ideas run deep; firmly rooted in an inferior superiority complex. What cannot be conquered can never be understood. What does not assimilate must be destoryed. Whatever it takes to feed this insatiable civilization (we must pursue at any cost?) I hang my head and tense my body in horror. In defiance. For I have ripped this culture's veil from my tired eyes. Peered into its mythology long enough to realize, I don't want to be a part of it another day.