IonicRevolution

Watch as the children tinker with their new toys, playing like infants that reek of sweat and sand. Their cloths drenched with sanguine gore, their brow dripping under the radiant sun. Watch! Watch as they play on the tattered soil! Scream! Scream as they burn and roar! Shout! Shout as they gouge their filthy bloodshot eyes! Praise them! Give them a hero's welcome! Love the children that play with toys, bullies of the yard! Bow to their feet and kiss their hand, for they have renounced their nature as man, becoming children… Children infatuated with wrath.

As Eugene walked down a narrow road, he wondered why the hell his parents would name him Eugene. Of all the names they had to choose from, they picked Eugene? He didn't have any relatives or ancestors named Eugene, it seemed as if his parents bestowed upon him this name with the sole purpose of spiting him. He continued to stroll melancholically down the narrow road, pondering what he would say to his parents when he arrived home. He had stayed long past his curfew walking through his neighborhood, thinking and observing, reflecting upon the elaborate yet simplistic world he lived in when he realized no level of enlightenment would save him f