Reader Behind the Mask

A force is at work. Something is moving to apprehend any progress that may be made through "positive thought" as a way to balance out the negativity inherent in everything. A thought-crime cop ready to slap on the shackles. It is of apocalyptic ideals and complete lack of compassion or human emotion. To be "one" is to finally take responsible control and make things right, overriding the system once held in the wretched grasp of the Elite. The tedious work of the All-Seeing Eye is in automation. It watches us... Judging, cold and robotic, impersonal and full of hate. The pain of the future is here today in the syrupy slow flow of unfortunate events. An eagle flies above, circling the weak, ready to swoop in. Things turn black... Slow, ever-increasing agony accompanied by piercing mechanical noise and a veil of dust. Soul draining evil manifests and ignites the fear in you which is its feast. The mind has slipped into a void of hate. The heart devours itself. An imagination set free steps unwittingly into a trap of cosmic evil. His mask of dead apparitions destroys your ambitions upon sight. "Did you really think you'd get out of here? Did you really think you could change anything?" He makes you the sacrifice to all-encompassing wrath and loneliness. A simultaneous overload and lack. Despair-disease and wave after wave of frightening, unchangeable revelations.