and at last, there is change,

.For the first time in six years, I have changed the name of this journal.Welcome; new, if not now then when? If not us, then who?Decapitatedhope is dead...hope is no longer an issue, let our actions guide us through these weary times. Subverse, humanity, bring us forward. No, lies, never believe in your fellow man! We must take upon this burden ourselves, its body heaved over our sholders, dragging the corpse of what we should have been; drink up humanity, drunk on our defeats and while you were working away your lives, we planned and created something better. What else could we do when all we had was this? Upsurge, bless thy ignorance, thy kingdom come and put matches to it. Let us live above all else.The name? This is simple. Above all else, our direction has been chosen for us our entire lives. There are things that cannot be bought, and the rest, we will steal; greedy with lust for a richer life, not one of possessions but of meaning, emotion, creativity, consciousness, spontaneity..all that is stolen from us as we grow. Thus, this compass is stolen.

See original: and the sun will return to your throat, and at last, there is change,