The first step to immortality is how you die.
Is it old, alone in your bed?
Here today, gone tomorrow, forgotten about the next day?
Or is it sacrificing yourself for a higher purpose?
Offering everything you once were, every remnant of your past, in one final blaze of glory?
Glory.
Bound for Glory.
How can one be "bound for glory" when glory in this industry has long since faded?
The Glory of this industry has been
-OVERTAKEN
-OVERRUN
-INFECTED
Overtaken by corporate machines.
Self-proclaimed masters of the universe who answer to board members, investors, and their own inflated egos.
OUT OF TOUCH BILLIONAIRES who use their employees like a child uses their toys, and put out a mundane product they call content and brand "entertainment."
Overrun by "professional wrestlers" that have traded pride to become "professional influencers."
Lockerrooms of #DementedNarcissists who vanity search, compliment RTS, and are tope-ing, Canadian destroying, leg slapping copies of copies of copies.
Infected by a fanbase who have traded personal preference to live in a toxic group think bubble, inspired by a sychophantic media who deal in speculation and opinion as fact and have divided a fan base to dispise and hate something they once loved.
Glory. Is. Dead.
This Industry needs cleansed.
This Industry needs a #NewNarrative
This Industry needs a #RAPTURE
#YouHaveBeenWarned
