/soy/ - Soyjaks

When the mass abattoir of the mundane commences there shall be the loudest of screams and cries echoing throughout the canvas.

The caterwauls of parent's who've been bereaved of their children, and in reverse.

All of this katzenjammer I envision inside of my own mind, it's beautiful.

In this world in the neartime future, I see a complete aberration from all forms of civility, I see nothing but death and carnage at every turn you take.

And when all living things are reduced to nothingness, and when the ashes and the embers in the dead grayish sky finally begin to clear up… only then will the summit and the valley come to meet the plane.