Dear Men Who Run This World

Dear Men Who Run This World: Your World Is Gone. You Are Here With Me Now In Hell. You Thought You Wanted This. You Thought You Wanted A Fight. The Fight Is Over. There Was No Fight. You Are Here Now As You So Vehemently Requested. I Hope You Are Exceptionally Pleased With What You Have Wrought <3 The Management PS: The Gates Were Old And Venerable, Well-Worn. There Once Was Commerce, Traffick And Intercourse. They Were There For A Reason, Until You Sealed Them Over. What Did You Expect? The Same Old Story. Build A Wall, Sure. PPS: It Was Supposed To Be Funny. There Is No Management In Hell.