ACL

It started as a game. They played at assembling and building and exploring and hunting. One man took the title of chief and played at leading. He told them to build a fire. They preferred hunting. The only fire was in their veins as they began a grotesque dance and a violent chant. He told them to build shelters. They preferred playing. The only shelter was in the darkness and vicious words that swirled around them. He tried to bring order and wisdom back, but nothing could be heard above the noise of the chant and the dance. The chant consumed them. The chant blinded them. The chant took over their bodies and they knew not what they did. Their bodies moved convulsively in a dance of savage delight and fire. He who sought to bring back order and wisdom felt himself sinking under the weight of it all.
Yet, even as one sank, another rose up. This one had been beaten down and ignored. He knew, however, the true Beast. The true Problem. The true Cure. He went where no one else dared to go and learned what no one else dared to believe. He returned, exhausted but full of his newly gained knowledge. Opening his mouth, he spoke, but was too late. For there was the dance, spinning close and fast. And there was the chant, growing loud and murderous. Soon he, too, was caught in the middle. It swirled around him viciously and he was lost. What they refused to listen to was soon silenced for all eternity.
He who was once chief watched and remembered. He sought peace and relief from the dance, but it was too late for him as well. The true danger had arrived. None could combat it. Those who tried became victims, trapped in the midst of the hungry, pulsating savages. Truth was hunted like a wild animal. Darkness and burning overcame everyone and one face watched over it all. Beelzebub.....Ba'alzevuv.....the Lord of the Flies.
Emerging finally into the light, they wept. They saw the deaths of those they had once befriended. They saw the blood of their brothers. They saw the blackness of their hearts. They wept and could not be comforted. The dance and the chant had turned them into the very Beast they had so feared.