Forever I will fight what is considered normal. I will fight power and I will strive to destroy structure. I will stand before my demons and dare them to kill me, beg them. They have taught me that there are no limits and I will show them the same in return. When I attack back they will have no choice but to kill me.
The day that I am truly happy I will be punished with death.
The battle begins soon. No fear, no regrets. One goal, the end of the game. Tired of living blind amongst the blind but yet seeing all. Hearing the cries and the call alone while the blind are fed their pathetic messages which is all that they are able to hear. Could anyone hear a lone voice or are they trained too well in being a slave?
I've lived my life as a slave. Most are happy slaves but I am an angry slave. They reward their slaves with materialism that fuels the slave harder, continuing to build a grander dream for their master. The master programs the slave's actions to serve better, makes them feel a false purpose in being a good slave. The master has replaced traditional Gods with the god of materialism; the most powerful God of all and to rebel against it is a certain death. The master tells us of our greatness as a species if we continue to follow.
They are happy to be broken. This I will never understand. No great philosopher could explain why I should follow, I will not.
The blood that ran down my hands has dried. Do I inflict more upon myself or is it time to reveal myself to this world?
Every morning I ask "What is it all for"? I produce nothing that truly benefits people. I am not helping people or making life better in any way. We dedicate the majority of our waking hours to helping the rich become richer with little to show for ourselves. The trick of the master is to make the slaves enjoy their captivity. Pathetic goals of materialism that only further isolates them from each other, further reducing the risk of organised rebellion. If the slaves are in competition with each other for the acquisition of materialism, which will further add to the wealth of their masters, they will be distracted from the realization that they have been deceived.
Every Monday morning I wake up disgusted with my life. Disgusted with all of life. I long for honest work. Something traditional. Maybe a farmer or a carpenter but not assembly line carpentry. Mass production, media, government, what is there to like in this world?
You need to serve the master to have food, shelter and water, thus I question Capitalism from its very roots up.
I will not allow my mind to be incorporated into the machine. I was embarrassed of my reflection in the mirror. I saw the slave that I hate. My loyalties lie with life and not the machine. I will marked my eternal defiance against the machine with a symbol of nature. When I look in the mirror I will know what side I have chosen. No to the masters and no to the machine that eats and enslaves life. I am not part of the machine. My loyalties are with life itself. In a war against the machine, I have branded my loyalty.