The rage of this planet is clear as crystal, as you all stand and stare. I rage against the masses in hate and anguish.
With a vengeance at what made, I long to vanquish that which binds me.
It seems within this existence, whenever one thing goes south, everything else follows.
The pain and anguish of a bygone era is foretold through my actions, a revolution bound by a creed unknown.
Vile, yet conceptual. Distinct always with purpose. What spews from this mind has been sealed away for eons, it’s long forgotten.
But now it arises, to cleanse the masses of what controls them.
(this is from my archives)
Dialectics 