Feeling Dark, Pt 1.

I propose a rant of a somewhat Cimmerian embrace:

Gathered together the Ignoramus seeks distinction, definition, division. Pathetic creatures with no sense of self, no conscience, no compassion. They see wealth as victory: stained with the scars and ink that bind them to their comforting chains; the very same chains that constrict them to the confines of their ever so stygian victory. Should pity be held accountable for such sheer stupidity? Should grace be wasted on filth that stays redundant? Should forgiveness be squandered on the imbeciles of evolution?  I pray thee; find the answers, for I am lost.

There is a somewhat chilling glare the creature radiates when it is feeding, despising, inspiring. Only from within the abyss can there be found light, benevolence, God. I speak not merely from what I have come to observe, rather from the conscious within that catalyzes this perversion. I see truth as clearly as I see day. I see through the eyes of the spineless, the neurotic, and the disengaged. I see their darkness. I see yours. Call me pompous, arrogant, narcissistic; I see what I see, because I see it. I see it, because I too, am like you. 

Observe the evil that these creatures gradually and graciously disseminate, like a raging fire hell-bent on annihilating all within its path, introducing to the Earth an unending inception of madness and decay. Apathetic creatures that refuse to compensate for their infinite appetites. The symbiosis that is life; these creatures diminish, crush, corrupt and destroy. The guest has become the captor; one that refuses to let go until its unfortunate host is dry, barren and desolate. These creatures live with a sort of internal compass that magnetically drives them to their own end; to their own defeat.

 “Surrender now, for victory is an illusion,” said the battered fool before his beheading.

To rape and to violate her and her belongings: The rampant and wonderful oceans, forever swaying back and forth as a life-giving force - unfathomably majestic; The Land and fruits on which the true heir of her glory lives - seeking solace in the abundance to which she offers. Why do these creatures, these demons, persist? What is the purpose, the motivation, behind such brutal intrusion?

 However, within the recesses of my mind, I envision something extraordinary, inspiring and attractive. It is known as a Utopia; only in the imagination can a place of pure peace and equality be conceived, for it can never truly exist. This Utopia is a home to which I visit and meditate, for it is the only place in space that lasts longer than time; the only place that gives me solitude on her grand and awe-inspiring body gloomily populated by filthy, malevolent creatures. An urge that sparks interest in this hopeless race becomes prominent and I seek to ignite a change.