The Haunted

At night I listen to the sound of the animals, sleep has become a rare
commodity it seems. I understand now that there are no limits to what you
are capable of. You don't even see it yourselves, the news anchor on the
TV set talks in a neutral voice about rape, murder and this weeks weather
without change of tone-It seems that nothing matters as we close in on the
turn of the millenium, violence and commercial breaks has become the opium
that used to religion. Fuck you, mankind. You're so ugly, so vain. The
language of brutality is all you seem to understand, bloodlust as long as
it's someone elses blood. To fuck, suck, eat and shit. Breeding has turned