The crystal moon comes shining through the leafless trees. The cold of the north wind cuts its way through the trees of winter. Implacable and persistent, the trees of winter stand their ground. Winter trees offer no shelter from the storm. The trees of winter await springtime when their leaves become born again.
After virtue is gone, satirical thoughts are expressed into the open abyss. Faux virtue signaling echos off the canyon walls. Haphazard behavior is rampant. Liberty and freedom are dead; long live chaos and anarchy. The cycle of life is reaching out to teach you. Living a half-dead life offers no shelter from the storm. Death by ennui consumes many of the living.
Many are walking away from the city lights in the middle of the night. The freezing rain is hitting the frozen ground. Dawn will not be born today because the sun refuses to rise. Sometimes, time is neither wrong nor right when it hides from the night.
Life is played like a blindfolded game of chess. Kindness gets scattered into the winds of change; no check and raise is in sight. Today’s printing press is the internet. Social media drives the result. Artificial Intelligence is taking over the internet. This unholy trinity will control what you think and do. Lies will become truer than truth. Revisionist history will turn fiction into fact. The vultures circle ever closer.
White Bread Man is as bland as he can be. The White Sands has nothing on him. White Bread Man is shocked and appalled, but his thoughts and prayers are always with you. Even when blood and tears fall, White Bread Man says, “Pardon me, it’s all good, you see.” White Bread Man tries to hide things that cannot be hidden. The culture of malice surrounds him. The junkies and the crazies are on the sidewalks and in the streets. Wade through that on your walk to work, if you dare. Run for cover if you can find some.
This incendiary, exuberant revolution will be played out in the suburbs and downtown; revolution is coming to your neck of the woods. The war will be waged door to door, city to city, and town to town. The street fighters are coming for you. Nihilistism is on the rise. People get ready.
Redemptive reinstatement won’t be coming around this time. Your liberty and freedom will be taken from you. Convert, flee, or die, you decide. Meditative silence to wash away the unseen things isn’t in the cards this time. Their large eye in the sky is watching every move you make. You can run, but you can’t hide. Every picture tell a story, don’t it?
