Youve seen them in your peripheral, flying down the Highway, a flash, a single frame in the cinematic masterpiece that is a night ride. A single cross, loaded down with flowers, candles and offerings clustered around along with items of significance. A motorcycle helmet, a wheel. 
In the early days of ancient egypt when a Pharaoh died his slaves were sacrificed and buried with him so that he could bring them along into the afterlife. The slaves were to complete all tasks for him in death as they had in life. 
You read the apocryphal history; now its time to finish what was started. When left off Maize had created the perfect loop of sacrifice. The fields of Maize were watered with the blood of Aztec sacrifices. 
Isoglucose, Glucose-Fructose, Fruit Sugar, Crystalline Fructose, Maize syrup
When the settlers first arrived on the eastern shore the land was a wild and savage beast. Millions of acres of impenetrable forest, unfordable rivers and treacherous mountain ranges. The American Wilderness.
The road has been long, you’ve been driving for hours and the car is running on fumes, glowing in the distance you see it; the only gas station for the next 50 miles. Pulling off the highway you enter the Gas Station. 
You’ve felt it before, the cinematic thrill of the highway drive. The world outside is transformed into a film, and you become the main character in this exact moment. Trees and streetlights whizz past as you cruise over the speed limit; everything just feels so right
