It did creep upon us, didn't it? So sly and slithery, well intended for all of mankind. But who still hides behind the gated curtain? Pulling the strings, creating chaos, inciting the drumbeats of war.
War is on us. It's been pumping through the airwaves, crash landing in living rooms, spurred around water coolers, and plaguing the already over-headed streets.
Look! Up in the sky. The plane. The plane.
What great angles you have dear brother. How timely your gaze. Just like your father, aren't you? It's always about you and no one else. Instruct everyone else to obey your still heart. Reverse every truth into a lie.
I see your game.
All great mountains will self-destruct in time. The watcher watches all, and armies can be summoned in a single beat. The invisible is not invisible to all. A handful can see beyond the naked eye. But you already know that. You know who YOU are.
It began with a lie, and the branches of such repercussions have reached us all. Every single one of us. None can escape such a fate.
side note: We all need a good friend to tell us "don't". She needed a friend in that moment. I wish I was there for her.
The world now requires an endless lens. It has endless ears too. And Pinocchio is dead. Dumbo is dead too. The strip search has whittled us to the bone, actually slivers of us remain. But I'm not dead, yet.
The lens will take everything we hold dear. Take a deep breath, right now. How precious is that?
The transition will feel just as free, to start. The burden of baggage, gone. What a relief. But the King wants more, his invisible numbers will replace all that is real. Empty pockets will burn, just like an empty stomach. But don't worry about it. It won't hurt a bit. It's so small. You won't even now it's there. I just need your hand of consent.
No hand? Fine. Nothing for you.
btw. There's more of us.
