In The City Of
The Theist And The Atheist
In the near future we all walk in the shadow of the children; each of us blinded by light. Our desires poised on pedestals like a timepiece no longer of any real import that insight would have possessed. In the smoldering ruins of the aggregate temples of commerce and the nonsensical illusion of democracy we have no time for the collective recourse of our children's sacrifice.
Animals groveling in their own regurgitation.
You see it coming don't you?
Isn't it a beautiful thing? Prophecy? The acts of the disciples of the self and the disciples of the complete awareness stumbles through the same darkness as you and it hides from the children of the blinding light.
We all await for the ultimate destruction and we shall have it!
And Kirk Cameron be damned.