This place has become a wasteland. The bleeding has stopped, but the leech is still nursing. This city was once a hearth - a cradle to the imagination, but soon saw its occupants turn ravenous wolves. It's governing body was destined to fall and this new breed hunts in packs. The black hole of a failed society devoured itself. The citizens traveled by number as their mother eats her young. Everything seemed so serene at one point, maybe alluding to the calm before the storm. The imagination turned to a lack of focus and attention spanned into a lack of self. Their renaissance was over and their only spark of light was a lit match. Through crumbling bricks and the roar of flames over the ambulance sirens echoed a desire to burn the city to the ground.
Silence crept over the skyline as the ashes wilted new beginnings. The once feral citizens began living in harmony. Necessity however, soon groped their throats. Life without order taught them they couldn't live without freedom. Trust became paranoia, as they realized their possessions must be protected. It began with their kids - the most basic possession. Something to be protected the most. If there's no security in a child's future, there maybe no future at all. This is the most elementary instinct - Individual Survival.
To overcome this, they sought protection. Leadership. Some of the masses proclaimed themselves as messiahs, teaching moral values to their herds. Others disagreed, shunning those teachers and punishing those who followed. They insurrection them, proving that gang mentality can overcome any ideal preaching.
Some of the masses disagreed. They built shrines to teach others their short lived heritage. Those who disagreed were once again shunned and developed their own followings. They created a dichotomy in clans based on belief. As their society progressed, those who congregated together became predominate. All else were hidden in the background, using soap boxes as their altars. The few began a movement to denounce those in power.
Ideas became groups. Groups became cults. Cults became religions until the minorities soon had an army awaiting their counters. Those once discarded by their peers began to rise. Those once crawled began to stand. They find that power consumes those in power. Their society once again falls.
The ouroborous continues ingesting itself.
This place has become a wasteland.
