A train-wreck
Topic: Rambling

From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction

Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand,
Life's no ordeal if you come to terms,
Reject the system dictating the norms
Annihilation, A Perfect Circle

Should I expose you to the bizarre workings of my mind as it slowly moves out of control from lack of sleep? Guess, what, I'm gonna do so anyways, because I feel like it. If this frightens you, this is your fair warning.

I see a world without movie stars, without pop stars, without the business men, without the politicians. A world where that way of life has been burned to the ground.

Their system seized by their system, destroyed from the inside-out like a cancer. No bureaucrat spared, all shaken from their high ivory perches. All crash down, and the higher they are, the farther they fall.

Crushed under, science taken back by the scientists. The pure saved from the profanity of greedy men. Forward we all shall go, and scatter like seeds, moving beyond this simple cradle. We shall see the shift and change. We will have gone out and beyond. And in time this place can become a distant memory, possibly even lost in the sands of time with long past empires.

Shattered bonds of slavery, all forms, from the contracts to the chains. All people free, all people released. Bowing to no other human. All equal, no servants, no serfs, no slaves.

A freedom to all, none shall be denied, even the former rein-holders shall be included. No more enmity, no more cycles, the pattern shall stop. Always forward shall be our movement, no nostalgia for the past.

Nostalgia is stifling, nostalgia is restricting, nostalgia is resistance to change, nostalgia is the past viewed through rose-colored glasses.Nostalgia covers the gross misdeeds and wrongs that have since been removed. Nostalgia is a deceiver and is worth nothing. To look at the past, one must see all, the beautiful and the beastly. The joy and the hate. The light and the dark. The warm hearth and the cold grave. The duality must be observed.

And now I bring this to a close. I am struggling to keep my eyes open, and my brain is slowing down. Until another time.