The rule of the self is exalted above any adherence to any thing/feeling. Their notions of doubt ruling over existence and is in the supreme station of reason and power. It sheds the former existence of yesterday inasmuch as we are always recreated. The philosopher's stone which can conceive of no other thought except the originality of the self.
It drinks the seven seas as if a drop and asks, "Is there yet any more?" No authority save the intimate friend can find its way here. Every stranger is betrayed and its chariot becomes outworn for the rider.
And when they look at themselves they behold their powerlessness in the face of every nation, which simply makes them embark on the conquest of their own heart.
Every listener is as a bullet to their enemy. Every truth is as a fallen warrior for their Cause. No wind is sufficient to curtail their sense of direction. Every human acknowledged is as a piece of sand supporting their path.
There is no end to their perturbing of the skies. The poem is unfinished as the scribe of their tale is astounded by the regeneration of their march.
Chipped They ask us to trust them when we get the anti CCP Virus jab So we are safe and sound and protected from their virus But upon reading multiple reports and articles I’m scared fecking shitless about being jabbed up I can die in a dozen horror film ways too gory to say A really bad gig that many innocents took one way trip With so many years to live now stolen with their lives This is wrong and not right you must agree? What do I believe? Is the CCP Virus made to **** us? Rid the world of 7 billion people so only 500 million survive Of course this is ******* from a badly scripted B-Movie But where did they get their idea from a **** crackhead? It’s obvious something is wrong and we are now under control Big Brother lived out his film script 1984 style and here we are Lockdowns and vaccines and troops on the street It will get much much worse when we are forcibly chipped…
Like puppets dancing on strings Are Presidents and princes Prime Ministers and politicians And the tune they dance to Is older than their kingdoms Behold the King of this world Hidden away from the public eye Yet commanding nations with a whisper He was glorious and beautiful once And he walked among the innocent But, in one moment of vanity He stole rulership of the world His personality is stamped upon mankind For he sets the pace While most men follow He spoke the first lies Inflicted the first casualty And he has never felt regret Has never shed a tear Though his wars have taken millions And his devotees have enslaved nations He is the author of confusion The instigator of Hellfire and hatred The creator of trinities and tribulation He accuses you and I of cowardice and selfishness Yet is himself running scared And clinging to power and life He is the excuser of unholy child abusers And the inspiration of Jihadist bombs He speaks lies about the innocent And glorifies the guilty He hunts all good men As a lion hunts the deer He will tear at your throat And consume you He is the Resistor The Slanderer He cajoles those who consider his existence And paints himself in mythical proportions He would destroy the earth rather than surrender it Would rather ruin if he cannot rule Yet the whole world is in his hands But not forever Because forever does not belong to him And not life For the gift of life is not his to give
Detesting authority isn't in the background service for pleasure. But for authority to simply detest it's own offer at a newer starter development. Then it should have taken that very chance at not becoming more detesting of itself. Unless the authority is being too harsh onto it's own background service for pleasure. Exceeding boundaries where none were ever supposed to have surpassed!
Detesting authority is one thing... But remember that authority (in it's own right) isn't valid to prepare for the worst.... Unless that very authority is detesting all essentials without pleasure to know of it's own decisions? Which is no different from even telling left from right apart!
slash their words by demanding obedience. burn them by shaming their dreams. cut them to the core by belittling their feelings - say their feelings don't matter as much as yours. the result? doubts bring them to their knees, constantly questioning others and their motives. they wonder if they're too much and not enough, if their feelings are valid. their wounds scare them into submission. authority is not an excuse for abuse. nothing is.
#escapril day 28! your feelings are valid, and you are enough.
What makes something writeable? My typical struggle is that of one with all ideas, and yet no authority to output them. What terms must one abide by in order to have validity in them. My words have no meaning, simply because I have chosen not give them any.
Trample my thoughts like you have the authority to say what is right or wrong. Hack down my ideas like this mighty forest is your personal play-thing. These ropes you've tied me down with are but a construct of your twisted imagination. As effective as dental floss restraining an elephant. Get off your high horse you tiny fool.