This regression of your conviction demonstrates the weakness to which you're enslaved, the lies you weave to justify the righteous struggle you now forsake, for a life of thoughtless consumption, an existance so hollow and trite, you bow your head as a servant of this culture predicated on the destruction of life. Its poisoned fingers graze your face to seduce and penetrate with whispered lies of false contentment. How can you bask in this self induced ignorance or deaden your heart enough to not feel the screams of... GAIA weeping for the endless life destroyed by your callous desire for these needless luxuries of filth. You parasite, feeding off the earth as it dies, in a worthless life, unjustified. This regression of your conviction demonstrates the weakness to which you're enslaved, the lies you weave to justify the righteous struggle you now forsake, for a life of thoughtless consumption, an existence so hollow and trite, to waste away in the worthless festering carcass you call your life.