Gruntsplatter & Wilt - The Trough Of Armageddon

The self destructive impulse, a side effect of imagination’s fire. As universal as the afterlife and the birth of all things. A seed sown in fertile consciousness destined to become invasive. A whisper in the aether that the end is coming. A ragged tapestry of malformed ideas, gluttonous appetites, fear, and self importance that has waved for ages beyond logic and reason. Poison legacies and graves stain the ground in its shadow. Still the mob clamors. Timeless, ill conceived, and rabid at the trough of Armageddon.