The Revolution

 

 

Some say our generation was created to be revolutionary. Now, behold ourselves, the almighty Typecast immortal. Inescapable in our materialistic beliefs and ignorance of our surroundings. Our fashion-sensitive overseers and aggressively deceptive politicians run our world and expect our curiosity to be satiated by industrialism-filled dreams and the atmosphere of rotten digital stench. No longer can we sit passively by and expect our immoral peers to pacify the false idols that fade in and out of our consciousness on a day to day basis. Now is our call for revolution, no more captains of industry or worshipped celebrities begging for our attention through their drug use and glimpses of their lifestyles, the carnal gods of a disgusting religion, who consume and fornicate their unfortunate lives away. We can no longer be a part of this dilapidated system of injustice and misery. We can no longer coexist peacefully. These are times of war, and my dear, you can't afford to shoot last in a firefight.