ACT I: sabotage, drama, and romance(and all this in a fast food restaurant)

something tells me this is all a lie. these tears are just chemical and these feelings mechanically engineered. and my deeds are only a result of calculated conditioning. money bleeds from the walls of this holy city and its gates welcome all who are weary that seek rest(success). theives and saints alike gather to carve a tombstone fit for God. its citizens fight for a position atop the lonely pedastool and bury their own in trenches of hypocrisy. in this great arms race, its arsonal overflows with scare tactics and condescending slogans. those who worship come to prey over the helpless. everything here is justified just as long as the victims remain dead. everything is justified. we have achieved a state of eternal tranquility(status quo). but what do we do when we realize that our guardian angels were really clever demons in disguise?