A Declaration of War; By My Brethren You
heard people condemn Timothy McVeigh, while supporting the pillaging of farm lands to save a fish? How can someone honestly separate physical murder, and the murder of hope? Which can you honestly say is the worst of the two? I see no difference.
In order for civilization to continue to achieve the truest existence, that God resolved us to fulfill, we must continually realize our truest of enemies. Our own fear of this attainment. As we threw away the archaic ideals of sea monsters, and flat Earth, we must again reach for the heavens. Take back the knowledge which has been slowly flowing from the cracks in our character. We must see today’s fascist for what they are, they are fear. The social sciences, and the environmental movement, are nothing more than a cover for ideological hatred. A constant power struggle for control over the advancement of mankind.
Either you are a free thinker. A human of Free Will. Or, you are a willing participant in the apex of total domination of humanity. The tyrant is at the front door my friends. It comes with a smile, and a plea. However, it is not the charitable entity of human peace. Rather, it is the sea monsters returning to flatten the Earth once more. Plus, drive us all of the edge of the universe.
The dream I had was full of innuendo. The suits to show the greed in tortured fame, and power. The mask to hide from that very shame. While hiding also from the truth of their cheap ridiculousness. The Machiavellian plea for peace, while only expressing avidity for power. The whining disguised as concern. The non-charitable distress disguised as honesty.
In whole, a farce. Something for empty souls to claim shallow heroism. This is the truth behind the dream. It is also a dream that holds the truth.
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