They will never acknowledge that they have created a monster. They will never chain The Monster. They’ll utilize The Monster.

They’ll feed your children tar then feed The Monster your children.

They’ll steal and feed and destroy and thirst for more and more until all is theirs.

Once you are theirs, once yours is theirs, once all is none except for one, you will have nothing and you will like it.

There once was a time when The Monster was crowded around, cheers arupting but the audience soon got dissatisfied once its owner fed it far too many sweets and treats.

They’ll tell you what battles were won, what man to fight, what company to bleed for, what eye to close and cheek to turn, and you will because The Monster also does.

It’s teeth are dug deep in your flesh, don’t you know? You’re bleeding right now, but you’re lapping at the crimson like a dog they can kick because you are a dog to kick.

I’ve seen only one thing in my life. Money. I’ve only seen one person. Man. I’ve only breathed once and that has always been under a boot.