We wander through a sorrowful harvest:one that leaves the survivorsbetween two worlds. We listen to the shouts of angry men:voices without compassiondriven by unseen motivation. They guide us down a Darwinian path:choosing a cullingthat does not come for them. They push us into divided skirmish:conquering and feedingtheir own dark desires. What profit, what pleasuredrives these … Continue reading Scythes