The hymn of the land draws forth the era of tragic enlightenment. Dawns ago from this blistering age told the tales of the future, an endless example of true tyrants glory. Their paths engage while entering a metamorphic state of corrosive tantalization. Galvanized lifelines flow as circuitry substitutes body and soul. Beyond this realm, the barren wastelands sing the splenderous formation of evolution. As tattered threads lie dorment throughout this propostorous paradise, radiate influences conjoin matter in creation of a living, thriving organism wearable within the decline of human existence. This "living armor" speaks truth of the modern lie of reality and forseen deterioration of social stature. The locust have appealed its natural formation, the eyes of the earth have shut. To take a strength and pollute its very being, we stand still...........