Gaze upon the landscape for miles in a distance of concrete and steel.

Look upon the landscape of broken glass and nails. Nauseating carnage --

obscenity calculated to the highest degree. It's time to dethrone the

masters of the scheme; the ones in the labcoats, the shadowed technicians, 

the gilded proprietors of the last seas of green. Drain the excess

from the bloated machines -- drain the excess and throw the remnants in

the whipcracker's eyes. Drain the excess and burn like fire in the sky.