1X1 ch.1

One by one, they all fell as empires always do. Brick by brick, the building came down. One by one.
They said follow or fall-over. Do you believe?
Out of the rubble and war torn decay that has been the slow demise of rock and roll, a new center of gravity is emerging. Waking many from their long slumber. Fantasies on life support, death comes quickly for the righteous. Your death is never your day of execution. They bred similar studies for years. No results have ever resulted in any resolutions.
All the while, the exorcisms that kept working towards dousing the flame that is rock and roll continued. You are pungent with the smell of holy water. The Power of Christ compels you. Run from the light, our eternal flame...
Anyone can tell you, you cannot skip soft rocks on water; before they reach the surface, they all sink.
Your emo and pop punk rocks are headed for an emotional breakdown, these warm blooded creatures cannot handle the heat.
the ultimate oxymoron
But the metal somehow perseveres. It always will. And the war wages on for centuries. Kings lived and died at the hands of the rock and metal. All while someones guitar gently weeps.
Bone fused alloys. Your copper noose is a guillotine for the weak. We've scoured this planet for some frequency, it's coming from deep space. Where is the transmissions echoed mark of frequencies of hypothesys. Captain, have you locked on to anything...
Something...
Something...
Something deep.
And from this broken rubble, out of the deep mud banks. The hardest of places to spot it. In the depths of the dark spots of Utah emerges the essence of the flame. We will not use these bricks to rebuild your shattered past. Rock and Metal, Blood and Bones have poured into this mess, we will use your crumbled pieces to destroy you.

If you teach it to read, it will write.