Why, why do so many people die before they ever get old?  Their hearts still beating in their chest, dust instead of blood running through their veins.  No thoughts or dreams in their heads... every movement they make is boring and repetitive, choreographed by the machine, feed by conformity, kept alive only as long as the monsters of money and big business can make a profit.  Living dead things that traded their souls for a comfortable pair of shoes and a cookie cutter life, stamped out and pre-made decisions for just the cost of the fires burning in their hearts.  Everyone so willing feasting on the foods of stupidity, lining up one by one to gorge themselves at troths of ignorance.  Self medicating nations into normalcy, inventing diseases to propagate mass hysteria and distract the idea of ever creating cures for actual illnesses.  Keeping those with gold lined pockets with more and more than they need, making sure they never fall into acts of compassion by feeding their demons of malevolence and greed.  
It's a scary ******* world.
No souls growing old, no hearts staying young... just living dead things.  The gears of the machine grinding loud and strong, quick to find and ***** out any heart still burning with fire and life.  Monsters and beasts walking among the masses, carrying  bone crushing scissors to clip any wings they might find hiding between the cracks and crevices of this ugly world they forced our fathers and mothers to build.  If they find a pair of wings they can't break or bind or crush... they drag that person kicking and screaming and throw them into the teeth of the heart of this vile world.  Slap them on the operating table and surgically transform them into hideous bats of conformity.  Such a scary ugly world to live in... All of it, the whole ****** place is drowning in bat **** crazy, with no Hunter to keep the bats and monsters in check... it's all just out of control.
We have to keep moving and running and hiding, leaving behind bread crumbs of hope for the few living left to find.  Throwing pockets full of seeds of love into the wheels and cogs and sprokets of the machine... trying to get flowers and life to bloom inside to break its gears and bring the whole thing crumbling down... All along the way, searchimg for old souls to grow young with.