Baton Rouge, You Have Much to Answer For
In the place where apathy reigns supreme, in the land of empty stares, in the land of walking corpses--animated wastes of time. This is our home. Drenched in a torrent of dissension, raining down poisoned arrows, scarring the landscape, infecting us all. Neighborhoods separated by vast gulfs of personality. Action discouraged. Decadence praised. Drink from the swollen wineskin, so full of pus. Bathe amongst the refuse and scum. Don the cloak of deceit. Take baleful curses to your lips. Death to passion. Death to innovation. Long live assimilation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Through a boggy haven was cut a swath three miles long. Into it you dumped tar and concrete, hate and fear. Standing so tall, even Death would tremble to take you. Running shoulder to shoulder with lions and wolves. But you're nothing. A pack of liars. Fakers. Cowards. Trapped now forever in this ghost town. Shambling spectres haunting these streets. Boundaries not set by concrete and bars--boundaries are set by neighborhoods and bars. You are paralyzed by apathy and cloaked in jaded elitism. Your wasted potential surrounds me, binds me, suffocates me. I yearn to retreat from your fortresses of bloated excess. My ears fall deaf to your stammering quips and shrill complaints. We stand eternal on the cusp of something great destined to always fall short. Decimation may be our only saving grace. Or will we stand eternal?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Spoken Words (Sample from movie)
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026