now we know what many knew already—
the empire doesn't just destroy other countries 
it kills its own. 
now we all know the system doesn't fail—
it succeeds—we fail. 
a lot of us will fail to survive, and a lot of survivors will be ruined 
and a lot will not survive, a lot will fail to live, while the system continues 
to destroy the earth, and somehow 
(i get so angry, i get so fucking sad) 
we have to stay sane. the system is dependent on us 
to ultimately fail. we have to stay alive until...
the forces that act against us we can't resist—
we can't act against. the forces that act against us have to collapse and fail. 
the empire is saying loudly a lot of people are going to die, it will be a terrible time, 
but it's going to be good. the numbers are going to be great. by easter time
some of the undead faithful will return to their hollowed church.
to be safe i have to wear a mask and to be safe i have to wear glasses to be safe i have to wear both and not see and not be safe. there is no safety in this made world.
i have to be calm have to stay sane how can i not be anxious when everything i touch or breath could be the death of me.
we are powerless against the massive forces controlling the systems we live within 
that are acting against us, against survival. the systems must continue to fail us. the systems of ultimate power must ultimately collapse around us. the powers of industrial death must expire.
one day the masque of death will fall and we will blink our eyes and tears will drop and we will remove our masks and see where we are and where we are going and breathe.