A RAGE UPON YOUR WHITE HOUSE
OLD MEN DEMANDING TRIBUTE. OLD MEN DEMANDING A LEGACY.
YOU DEMAND I BEAR CHILDREN, YOU DEMAND I START A FAMILY. FOOL! I HAVE NO HOUSE, NO FOOD, NO HEALTH!
YOU RANCID KINGS HAVE TAKEN THEM AWAY FROM ME. HYPOCRITES THAT YOU ARE, YOU CELEBRATE THE PAST FOR YOU HAVE TORN UP THE FLOORBOARD OF THE FUTURE! THE PLAGUE WILL SPREAD AGAIN, IS SPREADING, AND IN FACT, NEVER LEFT!
YOU, WHO WORSHIP THE ROMAN MAN! YOU, WHO ARE A MORON! YOU DO NOT SEE THE FINAL CHAPTERS IN THE DECLINE AND FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE! WE ARE IN THE END OF AMERICA'S AGE! THERE WILL BE BLOOD QUITE SHED, SEE HOW IT STAINS YOUR HANDS, SEE HOW IT MATCHES YOUR BED-TANNED SKIN WELL!
WE MUST GROW TEETH, WE MUST DEVELOP A LAW OF THE PACK, TO NURTURE THE NEIGHBOR. A COMMUNITY MUST BE BORN, BUT OF WHAT RESOURCES, WHAT BOUNTY, WHEN THE OLD MEN HAVE TAKEN ALL THERE IS, AND WE ARE LEFT WITH NAUGHT BUT A STONE SOUP, AND THEY SEEK TO SUP UPON THIS AS WELL?
AH BUT I RAMBLE AND RAGE AS USUAL. THIS IS MERE HOWLING. IT WILL NOT BE HEARD BY THE HERO OF THIS TIME. NO SAVIOR WILL EVER COME. THERE IS WORK TO BE DONE. MUCH WORK, MM YES. COME. TO THE FIELDS, WE MUST GO.
