infection

In the shadow of the valley of my delusion, chaos reigns tonight. There is a pain within my heart for I fear for one among my kin. May she not be swept away by the mighty tide of the concrete tsunami. May she resist the soulless infestation of plasticity, may she have the eyes to understand the seduction of chemical toxicity, the possession of the cardboard cut-out culture of Dystopia, and the abominable wicked ways of the faceless jackals. Sister Seraph knows the power of her dreams. She knows the honor within her heart. I ought not worry. This too shall pass.