Filth breeds filth That is but one rule, amongst many A old soul finding new roots, new hopes, yet forever haunted by truth The monsters made by the many, was spread by the few, leaving a entire culture ravaged and buried in time What came out of it was nothing, so something new took place, a disheartening Wild West with its own rules and history Discoveries so important, they are overlooked as but common law, and lost knowledge thought to be the next step in innovation, a pit of death for all. Join someone really out of touch of history, fear for what was left of his time.