A Letter Regarding the Soulless Enterprise

It makes me sick to think of the shit eaten grins on the faces of those frost biten souls. They are cold blooded, vile animals. They live in fear. The lies that they have told, surely will be found out, as the truth is uncovered. These sheeple cannot even look into a mirror without feeling the urge to cry for they have made inhumane actions. Their blunt disregard is hidden behind stale expression. Their tragic lives are filled in absolutely nothing, but tall tales. That ol' Spring Heeled Jack shall spring back into action! He will bring us justice.

Who am I talking 'bout? The corporate giants and their discreet lawyers, pathetic politicians, corrupt law enforcement officers and the magistrates. Oh, those nickle and dimers that get caught in the crossfire. 'Dem too!!! Quietly, they sit in their lounge chairs and count their money. The illusion consumes them, as it turns reality inside out. They never do realize the mistakes that they have made along their way. Denial will become their closest friend. The confusion boxes them inbetween false agenda and a bloody result. Slick as a fox, but as ignorant as a box of rocks. Hey piggy! 'Ya you, Imma talkin' about 'cha. It is the fault of the selfish, lying, conceited and glutton filled sheeple, which bares a very close resemblance to an infestion of sewer rats. They are always hungry for another helping of the ones that they call "inferior". Eventually, with lost agility, they spiral beneath our soil. Where it only can get darker as the images come together in their minds. On the brink of delusion and complete absence of a familiar thought, they create a twisted conception without addressing mankinds ultimate purpose.

They turn their backs against their true identity because they have forgotten why they had fallen into desperation. The humility that could be their last opportunity to recover the perception of moving in a positive direction begins to dictate their aggression and hatred. The hatred which is derived from their animosity and fear is uncontrollable. It is given power and will stop at nothing. This calamity will grab ahold and unknowlingly they will submit to this intrusive force. It blunders their souls more so than before! Their screams become silent. Every word is vague and distorted by emotional pain. Thoughtless remarks run vapid. Violence triumphs like a plague on the disenchanted armies of rhythmless dancers.

One life is all we are given! There is no rewinding or changing our decisions. There are no second chances in which we can completely start over again. They will contest their actions were not of their own, but created through a device upon which someone else must claim blame unto!!! Shifting the blame will only smolder their guilt as they quickly move to crumble a world that they have forgotten. They are lost within a hologram of mansions, fame, superstar dumb and million dollar paper. It is consuming an entire species with the addiction to obtain, control, purchase, devour and waste. My soul will not be sold! Time in and out, we ransack the only source of our livelihood.

The large neon signs point out, as if to prove how these sheeple design their own demise. Do they think it may justify it? What purpose does humanity have to fill? To set the world into chaos and then to move to the moon? It is the thrill of the kill. The quick fix and the Get Rich schemes that blind the piggies ever so cleverly. This is the satisfaction that they are after; I can tell by the mocking, ridicule and ritualisitic laughter. They practice on their immediate family members. The parents that send their children into the world alone and already heart broken. These impressions are traced back to bad etiquette, flawed endeavours and cruel intentions. Cackles continue to pour out due to ill resolve.

The coward sheeple peer out through their tinted windows, so that they can hide their empty souls. Discarded love is on every corner for a quick chuckle and sadistic smile. The torment runs rabid across the streets of the concrete jungles and surburban zoos of the soulless sheeple. They are confined in their sickness. Their eyes are sinking holes and they wear blinders for eye lids. They have stolen memories and have blended them down with loose beliefs. They have forgotten about mutual respect and do not honor the truth. Their uncoth miranda exhibits their non belief in existence. Still, these documents are concealed and any obtuse angle that portrays their favoring of death and destruction will be denied.