The Vile Pit

Like pestilence and disease that spreads throughout a bog of malignant maleficarum, a hopeless horde of restless men, like a bacteria, spread throughout the new age Zion, tainted by the lust and the corruption of sadism, anarchism, narcissism, taken over and cut down by modernism and minimalism in its black rivers, stony lakes and concrete trees, overpowering the morality and the purity of the just and true, throwing them to the flames of bureaucracy and blatancy, forging and moulding them into the twisted and misshapen design of perfection, the puppets and pawns of a long-lived lie, like a blight through a land once rich and ripe of hope and happiness, left to the demise of its own selfishness, to die in its own waste and wickedness, its own dead and decay, not bodies, just spirits of the once loved and longing...nothing more now...than a dirty Vile Pit...the Community is turned to a brothel of abhorrence, the abominations of love, truth, honour and hope...a lifestyle without life, a hope without hoping, love without loving, a cesspool for the world...for man...for men...

The pure and holy temple, once built and maintained by families of men, held up and supported by mighty beams and pillars of friendship, now broken and torn down by the dreads of life, the fears of its own fragility, the misunderstandings and the collisions of broken love and corrupted by the pains of its own humanity, its own mortality, a sacrifice leaving its solid walls brittle and crumbling within itself, with only its foundation left standing in the abyss of obscurity, a misguided memory of a once cherished past, the beginning of an end to an unknown story of a temple that once stood high in the heart of the now poisoned city, in the hearts of men, like a beacon of hope to the needy, the memorial for the grieving, the lighthouse of successes and dreams, now lifeless and lonely...razed to the ground.

Now it all stands, stagnant and dying, like still waters saturated in a primordial soup of nothingness, laced with emptiness and a shallow disdain. The Vile Pit is left there standing, waiting for it’s naive and unbeknown prey. But like many diseases and plagues that throughout the existence of men have been dealt with before, so too will the pestilence rife in the pit, dissolve in the counter-measure made by men. A cure designed and delivered by the hearts of men, the souls of our own uncorrupted self. A measure of truth and a touch of love, this fears The Vile Pit for its own demise. For in time, everything in nature must find its own equal opposite, bending the balance of life back on its path. So know and understand the Community well...The Vile Pit where the wicked and sinister dwell.