This is Reality

America strolls through the Valley of Death like a woman walking through a narrow, dark alley on a foreboding night. She nervously whistles an obscure tune she heard the night before on American Idol, clutching her purse close to her chest, not noticing her Rights as they begin to slip out the holes cut in her pockets...
A shadowy man appears at the end of the valley with a foreboding stance, causing her to pause and slow her step, A glance to the right reveals another man in the shadows, his menacing sneer barely visible in the pale moonlight. As she recoils just a bit a look to the left finds yet another man even closer to her, close enough that she can hear the audible panting. She turns to flee only to find a dark, sinister form behind her and feel the icy grip of an assailant's hand upon her shoulder.

They are the Cowards That Be. She recognizes them as the people who swore to protect her and serve as her representatives.

Ensnared by their grasp, she goes to scream but the duct tape finds her lips before she can get the sound out. Her arms are ripped to her sides, the purse is grabbed and slung by a thug to a monkey-like bald man in the background and the hands of other thugs begin to slither into her pockets... The Rights are all taken in one fell swoop, and the hand that takes them hits her face with a right hook as someone begins to pull down her pants, leaving her exposed and naked from the waist down... Suddenly a Tazer jolt goes through her body and she spasms uncontrollably, falling to the cold pavement as her button-up shirt is torn from her bosom.

The Cowards line up behind her as their thugs hold her extremities. One by one they take turns, penetrating forcibly into any and all orifices that they desire to, some taking the time to offer up a beating upon her body. The tears fall silently from her eyes as the jaded world watches, spectators to a mass rape-orgy who do nothing but jeer and fap vigorously at her horrid fortunes... As the assault reaches its climax and the filth satisfy their desires, a tall and shadowy man emerges from the shadows and raises an axe...

The vultures scatter, and he brings it down upon her bruised neck. He holds her severed head up as a trophy, and her last few moments are spent watching the audience cheer as she fades into blackness...

Her corpse is resurrected, the head stitched back on, various parts removed from other countries and sewn on. She looks similar to America before the onslaught, but this new creation is not her. She is now the Abomination.