A series of writings that might actually become something someday....[1]

This land is the devil's trophy case, his pride and glory, his finest work put on display for all the world to see. His trophies are the distorted ideals held by the natives: so trapped are they inside a world of false security that they would deny their satanic ties to the death, unknowingly making martyrs of their souls in the name of the demons that inhabit them.
Abandoned shopping carts clutter the otherwise open spots of our supermarket parking lots. They have been left there by the overworked, those who wear out their body and soul for the greater good while the greater good sits back and demands more.
Bright and obtrusive neon signs announce that which cannot be sold on its own, due to the unnatural and grotesque nature of His beauty distorted. They are put up by gluttonous corporations run by those who are willing to kill their fellow man by slow means, using foods that will slowly block life giving blood to vital organs, or lustful enticements to keep the mind and the heart from protecting the soul they have been entrusted with.

[so that's the first tidbit....we'll see how much more I can come up with.]

-D.B.