And when in the course of human events, at last, the last ism becomes a wasm, and the last progressor swallowed tongue to spare the rape of a poor, noble, enchanted, English-speaking fruit tree,
obstinate abstainers inherited an earth littered,
littered with conscription centers for the privileged,
littered with abortion clinics for the empowered,
littered with empty, sterile propaganda factories filled with dusty arsenals of proud, simplistic platitudes to inform democratic, neck-tied viruses suicidally addicted to endless flavors for decrying the inherent inhumanity of humanity.
Time, having yawned away even the most sophisticated sophist’s design, continued.