"But He's dead"

I wonder in whose arms chivalry died.
Was it lover or friend?
Woman or man?
The dawn of a new age?
Or the end of everything we thought proper?
Can you blame the resulting disgust, threaded through pages of lust filled images, playing concertos across your most sensitive areas to dull the pain of withdrawal?
We might call it a disaster if it was happening to a more developed country.
In God we trust is just a farce to appease the right wing conservative families born at a time when color defined your lifestyle, and religion trumped relationship tenfold.
Now that they're starting to die from their own indulgences, it might be interesting to watch the world implode, since other people's pain is the newest trend in entertainment.
Too bad I've never been impressed with conformity. It would make assimilation so much easier.
I've already agreed to leave before the madness starts, because the skies are more honest than NBC will ever be. There are signs signed in blood and paid for with hunks of flesh, left for dead, but that lasted less than a week, and is no longer popular with the mainstream.
Is it madness or wisdom that dictates these keystrokes?
Surely there's more to this than they'd have you know.
Mark 13:30

I knew a man who can save us, but they say He's dead, and you can't see past soil.