At the crossroads, a walled-up stone city harnesses a boiling, raging, hot storm. Outside, all appears quiet and content. Inside, dwells a harsh ordeal of gasping sorrow. This suffocating, dark city belongs to the corrupt. It is Shiloh; a barren and destructive place. Shiloh’s repression yields only unproductive confusion; spinning in circles and circles again.
Filth and dirt of the sordid are quarantined in Shiloh. Here is caged all discarded dreams. But Shiloh’s wall of remorse soon cracks at it’s seams. Too much crude corruption to wallow in forever. Outside freedom awaits. A military society, the SCARAB military rescuers, shall transform Shiloh by breaking down its exterior brick walls. Shiloh’s walls are a prison, soon no longer a deceptive safe haven.
Like the ancient Egyptian scarab beetle, let the SCARAB rebel militia destroy to create. Shatter the wall and grind it into sand. There is no more enemy. Set yourself free.