A Common Car Ride

Open up your bibles children.
For you must listen to my words.
Listen with those ears you have.
Listen with those hearts you have.
Listen with those minds you have.
This is the sonic rehabilitation of that which lost its way long ago.
Now read with those fleshy organs of visual stimulation and understand what you have forgotten.
Devils.
Angels.
Demons.
Cherubs.
Man made scapegoats to allow the escapism that we all so crave.
Crave like that of an addiction.
An addiction that will rain steel upon your soul.
The inherent evil that runs through those pathetic veins.
It will destroy you.
It will consume you.
It will annihilate that which you have striven for.
And what, though, is that?
What is it that you have striven for, my children?
It is those toys that you have adulterated your world with.
Drugs.
Wars.
Politics.
You seem so eager to fill your pointless time with such monotony.
A child is born into this world only to be given an allowance of drugs.
A woman is loved only to be raped by that love.
A city is built through sweat only to be bombed to flames.
Bombed with your humanistic useless nature.
What is it that drives you to such measures?
Drives you to destroy the very being that shares this existence with you.
Fear?
Fear of what you are?
Fear of what you are not?
Fear of what you will become?
Fear not my children.
I have the answer.
I have the holy grail of all knowledge that you wastefully search for.
What is it?
What is that knowledge?
What is that answer?
Well, I will tell you.
I will open up your eyes and let the intelligence of these words speak in a spectrum never before seen.
I will pry open your ignorance and pour the truth down your throats.
You will consume it, as it has consumed you.
The answer?
The answer is, there is no fucking question.
We are all sinners.
We are all human.
And we are all useless.
Now go forth, my children.
Go forth and become that which you have always feared.
Become the weapons of mass destruction you so fruitlessly search for.
Become the ultimate means of global annihilation.
You are the harbingers of doom.
You are the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
You are the flames that lick against your decrepit soul.
For my children, do you not see now?
You are nothing but the demons you mindlessly created.
You are the devils in the depths of hell.
You are the evil in the night.
You.
Are.
My.
Children.