Freedom of Choice.

Slaves of Zion blindly shuffling about. Pointless and meaningless they feed on the broadcast perversions of others. Twisting their inept minds even further. Dwelling in the abbatoir which they believe to be a paradise. Reproducing in their vain attempts at eternal living. An eternal denouncing of individuality in the long line of generation. Reproducing an endless line of defunct flesh, enslaved to biological impulse and the screaming of parasites! Thinking themselves real and viable, laughingly important and of high caliber while they stuff their faces with the dead. For to live we must consume death until in turn we ourselves are consumed. Great illusion they cling like tics to, sucking vitality therefrom. Never being truly vital as a parasite can never be! This is freedom.