The bloody canvas of vandalized morality
And perhaps the best recourse too
For now the portrait of fathomless possibility
On the face of the obsolete truth
The God of oblivion I fail to realize
The God of perfection pronounced deadest
The God of desires and old vices
The God of high culture, on the eagles nest
No colossal sacrifices to the hungry beasts
Of the past unperceived and the future judgments
For towering higher than the worshiper creator
Is the creation of herself; the evolutionary decadence!
Story Of The Footloose 
I just happened to read your blog…but I must say that you write well… from the heart…long way to go….