The King of Hipsters

  I am the king of Hipsters, yes, that's who I am. I come often complete with music A new type of music, a music as old as ancient bones. I am feared by most, and loved by a few. Because I am a truth teller, and a real fart smeller? What I smell is the stench of a nation gone bad, a nation who has lost her way. Why the smell of this place is so bad, that the stench rises to the heavens.
  Do you know why the world is on fire, do you know that there is only one reason? Oh, He may get the blame, but it isn't because of the Ancient of days, no, it isn't from the Holy One. Not him, but his adversary, Beelzebub, AKA Satin! For he was once the most beautiful of all of God's creations, and now, he looks to challenge for the very throne of God. Like two male wolves squaring off, to see who is the true Alpha male, and so, who it is that will rule the pack?
  If you look around with honest eyes at the world around you, it is easy to see who is winning so far. What is his plan for this takeover you ask? To pile the stench of sin so high, and the violence of evil so routine, that the stench of it will reach all the way to the heaven-lies, and to keep it up, piling on sin upon sin, evil after evil, until the whole shithouse goes up in flames!