Where the state of the superfluous poison-drinkers ceases, there lies the rainbow bridge to the übermensch.

The vile apes vomit newspapers, become poor by aquiring more wealth and wishing to dethrone the happy no one.

They sit in filth and wear a crown of death while preaching smoke into the holy places. Converting peoples into state worshippers and cold monsters, while the great free soul is waiting for someone to catch a glimpse of that rainbow bridge beyond what the corrupt state defines as enemy lines.

The soulless state bribes wives of shadows and preach of death while devolved citizens gasp for life without seeing their own mouths opening.

The pale-rider is you. Death is your steed and you gallop as one in worship of the very state that removes your gut. Floating on the surface, you are dead, and your fellow ape vomiters feed on your insides until there is nothing more than lust for something more.

The creation of the idol worshipper was succesful, all in the name of the state that you believed yourself to be a part of. You were a part of it. You were devoured.

If there is an undigested part of you left: Revolt. Refuse being eaten. The sight and pursuit of the bridge is worth your life.

The hero in your soul is refusing rejection. The übermensch awaits.