War, War, War.
Washington D.C.
Home of comfortable bureaucrats pandering to the lowest common denominator to secure their pathetic little patches of real estate and fluid wealth.
It's hardly difficult, with a little divine encouragement, to steer these small-minded power brokers to turn their thoughts to national security, toward rash judgment, toward warmongering. It never takes much to instigate these feelings, with these 'men of influence.'
A young, good-looking blonde white man in a business suit can pretty much wander the halls of Congress as he chooses, blending in quite well with the young lobbyists, the interns, the up and coming junior Senators from Nebraska.
It's this part, the slow build from peace to war, the light mental caresses that take shape in the form of xenophobic paranoia, which will eventually give way to a passionate bloodlust in the minds of the few who hold actual sway in this corrupted hierarchy... until there's a fiery explosion of conflict and savagery... it's this part that invigorates him. The orchestration, the arrangement - soon to be a true symphony of destruction. Not that turgid thing on that Megadeth recording - what a disappointment THAT was.
Soon, the Amazons will be finished - another stalled, useless civilization eliminated to make room for that which can still grow and adapt.
And Ares will love every moment of its bloody, brutal end.
Home of comfortable bureaucrats pandering to the lowest common denominator to secure their pathetic little patches of real estate and fluid wealth.
It's hardly difficult, with a little divine encouragement, to steer these small-minded power brokers to turn their thoughts to national security, toward rash judgment, toward warmongering. It never takes much to instigate these feelings, with these 'men of influence.'
A young, good-looking blonde white man in a business suit can pretty much wander the halls of Congress as he chooses, blending in quite well with the young lobbyists, the interns, the up and coming junior Senators from Nebraska.
It's this part, the slow build from peace to war, the light mental caresses that take shape in the form of xenophobic paranoia, which will eventually give way to a passionate bloodlust in the minds of the few who hold actual sway in this corrupted hierarchy... until there's a fiery explosion of conflict and savagery... it's this part that invigorates him. The orchestration, the arrangement - soon to be a true symphony of destruction. Not that turgid thing on that Megadeth recording - what a disappointment THAT was.
Soon, the Amazons will be finished - another stalled, useless civilization eliminated to make room for that which can still grow and adapt.
And Ares will love every moment of its bloody, brutal end.