EpochOfTheForlorn

In the hallowed chambers of my soul, I find no solace in the fickle hands of currency, nor do I recognize the false democracy that governs our hearts and minds. Capitalism, that insatiable beast, leaves me cold as it feasts upon the carcasses of dreams. Communism, too, holds no sway over my spirit, for its promise of utopia rings hollow in the face of tyranny. Fascism, that monstrous child of power, is shunned by my very being. Business, with its ruthless ambition, fails to charm me into submission. Dishonest cultures are but mirages in the desert of my existence; their allure fades under the unforgiving sun of truth.