inhuman cries die away unheard, unable to break the wall of ignorance. the nails are glowing, red of rust and blood, but they resist the flames. the stench of smoldering corpses slowly rises to the sky, carried by a tower of black, stained smoke its shadow falls across the land, summoning night before the time has come. manipulated by false promises, clinging to abstruse believes. their minds in the grip of religious blindness- humanity turns away its face.