Mankind thrives, poised on the sharpened blade of a dagger. 

Tip too far one way and chaos reigns.

Tip too far the other and lives are stifled. 

It is a delicate dance.

They tread lightly on a sharpened edge.

Their sharpened words are softened with a promise.

A promise of a better future.

A promise of any future.

A promise of a better lie.

A promise of any lie.

A promise...

But the blade will end. 

And the revolution will follow.