Stars fly South for the season of all seasons to be had in magnetic fields across this distant hole. Big enough to engulf minds with the presence of running in the direction against progress. This hole is Society. Changing, shaping, always searching for the next possible outlet for frustration at their own faults and imperfections. Calously taking it out on those passersby, guilty of no more than the accusor. Blast, blimey, and buttons!! Enough!!! Take back yourself. Do not cave under the pressures, but set up pillars of Hope and Self-worth. Society is a hole. If you want to make a difference, fill this hole with the dead of the unMarked, Rampage! Riot!! Untill they are bloody and driven back to rot out their existence in the hole they created and once loved. They are still a society, and as a society they will watch as shovelfull by shovelfull by shovelfull, they are covered up, a society no more. This is MAN vs. ANTIMAN.
This is A Calling.