Thoughts by Mello-Elo

From the lips of journalist to the ears of man, we spread the news of feast and famine. Journeying across the desolate tundras of truth, hoping for respite from the biting winds of false conjecture, we pledge allegiance to infiltrating the gospel according to mankind, delving into the cultural juxtaposition of belief and science at this given time. Falsehoods collected from the past are embraced as tracked memories scoured and processed by historians are ignored.

The fallacy of man is to continue a destructive life cycle while other animals evolve. We sustain ourselves by maintaining an arrogance, an ignorance to our own intelligence’s weaknesses. When it is too late, we get to realise that all those crossroads littered with dead religious beliefs and outdated morals were the pivotal points in manhood’s demise. Historians will pick through the bones, licking at the remnants with a taste of their own tradition tainting the original flavour, setting new stories for the falsehoods of future mankind.

This is our legacy. This is our belief in justice. This is our history.