I need and invasion. To strike down the division. To unify and collect the sides into a tangible reasonable sensible selection. This cynic’s soul is suffered enough. It’s time to rebel against the moronic incest. My brain is in two, a troubled machine. Let’s bring in the troops to level the field. It’s time to end the Civil War reenactment. I need my country to be invaded.
The incessant neeeeeed to be right is ok, but the rifle butts on the door will perhaps distract long enough to see what’s real. Personal belief is out the window on little tissue issues. We need wood stone and steel again. A purposeful means. People to inspire dreams beside an addicted symbol of insecurity and self centered greed.
I’m ready for the coming invasion. Bring in the hordes to pillage the stores. Turn the fight to an actual enemy, instead of the twisting baby ideals of a televised mind. Sound the alarm and watch the petty fears and differences disappear into a unified front of warriors. Our blood will pool together on American soil as one red wave.