Cast your stones freely,
Cast them at me as well
Do your worst for I know
I am not innocent in this Hell
I am flawed, beyond measure
I've entertained no good cause
And in the madness I am waiting
The world outside is chaos
But acts as if it is alive
In this violence
I can smell the burning scent
Of sulfur, and hatred
This world will fall from view
This chaos is the portent
But we are the agents
Bringing an end
To truth
Bringing an end
To everything good
To anything with a purpose
This is entropy
This is chaos
“In this second Randy made an important decision. Yesterday, he would have stopped instantly. There would have been no question about it. When there was an accident, and someone was hurt, a man stopped. But yesterday was a past period in history, with laws and rules as archaic as ancient Rome's. Today the rules had changed, just as Roman law gave way to atavistic barbarism as the empire fell to Hun and Goth. Today a man saved himself and his family and to hell with everyone else. Already millions must be dead and other millions maimed, or doomed by radiation . . . And the war was less than a half hour old. So one stranger on the roadside meant nothing, particularly with a blinded child, his blood kin, depending on his mission. With the use of the hydrogen bomb, the Christian era was dead, and with it must die the tradition of the Good Samaritan.” Pat Frank Alas, Babylon
