This is like my world, man

Love thy neighbor, it was written. Today it’s burn the faggots, kill the niggers, fleece the rubes, arrest the masses who don’t fall in line, fuck the stoners, hate, hate, hate. Run from the truth, run far away, into a bunker of cognitive dissonance. It’s safe there, no one to question your archaic beliefs. Beliefs handed down in ritual and repeat. Brainwashed from infancy, programmed to follow along, evolved with no spine, scared to venture from the herd. Information diluted in the piss bowl of memes. Truth falling on deaf ears. “That’s crazy talk,” shouts a man from a crowd. That’s all it takes to dismiss your entire existence, all that you stand for, all that you believe in, regardless if you are right or wrong. 

Freewill doesn’t exist, but you can buy it for 3 easy payments. Things will make us happy, materials give us worth. You are only as good as you look. Fake it, chin up, cheer up, this too shall pass. Any disdain drowned by patriotic chants. Not a true patriot, not a true believer, you are not one of us. You’re unhappy because you don’t believe hard enough, your faith is weak. If you follow the plan, you shall not fail. If you fail, you didn’t follow the plan right. Follow it exactly and your wishes will be granted. Faith is the genie, our dreams our wishes. Anything short of that is our fault. We didn’t push the button for mutual destruction, we weren’t consulted, we were never part of the conversation. The sadist with a chip on his shoulder, our trusted leader, make us to believe it was in our own best interest. The question was never asked, but we must have faith the actions were well intended. We must see this plan through. It’s a game to them. A god complex in a junkie and the thirst for power is intoxicating. Getting their fix one dollar at a time, one person after another, using them, tossing them out. 

It was a time of despair. A time when war was more profitable than peace, more profitable than our lives. Where greed spread through us like the plague. Where we became suspicious of our neighbor and envious of others. A time when technology spread faster than a wildfire, and ideas shared in a web of lies. A time that we will look back on and say “What the fuck were we thinking?” 

The earth gives us life, gives us light, gives us hope for a future. And humanity was the plight. Humans suffer and our response, “good riddance.” Cast away the weak, rape our children’s future, plunder the earth of all the life it provides, until it is barren and gone. Our greed infested our souls, a parasite, killing it’s host. 

The warning signs were there. Global warming, natural disasters of epic proportions, weapons of mass destruction. Taking for granted our own safety and protection. Fattening ourselves, like pigs to a slaughter. Short sighted, with our minds only on today. No plan for our future, or the future of our children. We fight our own kind because of orders handed down from above. It is the fork in the road, and we choose the sword. We choose Hari-Kiri. 

We are asleep. A beast lies in wait, stalking the prey, looking for the perfect opportunity. It was written in ancient texts, prophesied of our destruction. God didn’t do this, we did. God wasn’t listening, he stopped long ago, realizing his failure when Eve bit into the forbidden fruit. The knowledge of the forbidden fruit gave way to our fleshy desire. How arrogant to believe all this was for us. The hubris that we’ll live forever. The cockiness to cherry pick what we believe. The hypocrisy of the morality we preach. 

Absolute truth? The truth is we yearn to follow instructions. To follow the leader. To displace our problems onto anyone else because we cannot bare to think our actions have repercussions. Our ship is sinking, do we wait it out and go down with the boat? Do we jump ship and start over?

We live in a time when a the answer is a few short keystrokes away, but don’t dare to ask the questions. Why do we fear what is true? Where are the brave men and women who fight against the machine? Have we been silenced for good? Has the threat of money become our muzzle? Cash is king and our billionaires are god.