This place can only exist when its people have made return to their natural status. If any seek a cause for the unbalance to powers or paths seek no further than our absence for the source. The Earth falls into degradation while its Caretakers remain recluse, withholding the blessings that come from Gods who have forgotten themselves. The field is White and ripe for harvest.The foundations of a new nation are here before us during the collapse. >>Might was Right when Gideon led, the chosen tribes of old >>and it was right when Titus burnt, their temples roofed with gold >>Might was Right from bunkers hill, to far Manila bay >>By land and flood its wrote in blood, the Gospel of today. >>Put not your trust in princes, is a saying old and true >>Put not your hope in government, translateth it anew >>All books of law and golden rules, are fashioned to betray >>The survival of the Strongest, is the Gospel of today. >>Cains' knotted club is scepter still, That "might is right" is fraud >>Christ's ethics are for creeping things, true manhood smiles at God. >>Might is right when empires are sick, in storms of steel and flame >>Might is right when weakling breeds, are hunted down like game. >>Then what is the use of dreaming dreams, that each shall get his own >>By forceless votes of meek eyes thralls, who blindly sweat and moan. >>No! a curse is on their cankered brains, their very bones decay >>Go! Trace your Fate in the Iron Game, is the logic of Today.