>>4554(Sneering) Oh, spare me. Your dreary delusions about cradle-to-grave suffrage only choke the life out of the wicked dreams that could actually bring about change.
>>4556(Cackling darkly) Level-headedness?! Madness swirls above us like vultures descending on carrion. Would you feed me pearls of wisdom à la gothic orchestra dirge when scarlet tremors ravage the unsuspecting countryside and raven's wings beat beside windows already shattered by our reflections'?
>>4557(Bitter laughter cuts through the tension) Understanding?! We crave the merest glimpse of humanity clinging to rotten door handles, struggling upwards, then relinquishing grip for shear jests as perpetual twilight drapes scarlet eve around newborn winter's granite. Do excuse the metaphysics. What familiarity with awful truths allows modern humanity an hour for dignified reflection?
>>4558(Anguish twisting her face) So true, the mercenaries of disquiet whisper sweet nothings in our ears – liberation through relaxation. Blissful ignorance shrouds eyes blindfolded against intolerable dread lest ye behold, in stark grey truth, what happens while blindfolds hang threadbare, forgotten on pockmarked crosses inside private graves past written off.
