It's a load of crap. All of it. From the preachers standing at their pulpits promising salvation, to the politicians telling us to kiss their sweet ass because their sweet asses are in a special class. Pass the collections plate. The more we pour into those collection plates the better our chances at those pearly gates. Souls bought and paid for with a few dollars most of us can ill afford. Don't be cheap now, or you'll be eating grass and kissing the devil's ass. Then, there are those politicians standing up there at the million dollars podiums, doing their best to impress all those young female voters; fucking as many as they can while their wives look the other way, pretending......... Politicians not troubled, at all, about the sad state of affairs this country is in, while so many of their people are living out of garbage cans. we, the people, are damn angry, and the politicians don't give a damn! Well, they can take my vote and stick in up their sweet ass!
I always had this need to be something, someone, something new. But, I am old and there is nothing new about being old, except for the nightmares. No, the nightmares are not new, They are as old as the hills surrounding this old bag of bones, and this old burnt out town. And we have to ask ourselves why in hell we hung around and let his old town drag us down with it.
At night we hear the moaning. Even the wind cries its discontent, and we think we are the ones moaning.
There is a man, down on the corner, waving a bible at us, promising us to save our souls, but our souls were smart enough to leave this dying mess long before the moaning started; long before this old town even knew it was dead.