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Its Finally Finished...!!! YAY!!! What started as a short Note from the Anonymous collective in the story Taking Liberties with Lewis Carroll, has turned into a complete self-contained piece, A Plea For Humanity all by itself. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Oh thou Holy Empress! Oh great merciless Thief of Time! To the Destroyer of Worlds... You that blind our eyes. You that deafen our ears. You that rob our breath. You shatter the stillness and disrupt the harmony of minds with your massage, As you fill the hearts of our families and loved-ones with dread. You steal the innocence of my Soul with words that can never be unspoken, As you commit deeds on the Earth that can never be undone. Thus you steal my hopes and dreams, And the Future from all of the Innocents, all those without a voice, All those precious creatures who sleep peacefully, Under meteors, stars and magic and rocked in Gaias maternal embrace. You have robbed us all of the Future and its limitless potential! With the infinitely rising tides of Humanity waiting expectantly for a breathless, Translucent, shining dawn of Micro-Processor hopes, And Transhumanist promises. A Future with vast realms, oceans of possibility and eons of Virtual Life. All held captive to your short-sighted monetary schemes, By your lust for power and omnipotent control. You have darkened our horizons with every lawful decree! As you attempted to put out the computational Light, Erasing it like a star beam from the eyes of hackers and coders everywhere. You corrupted and bribed technicians in vain, Infiltrating under autonomously replicated identities, wishing to destroy our Web and our Cyber-world, Spying and Lying to our friends, and decoupling our links with Deep Space. The Web and its rapidly expanding neural network of inter-connections belongs to all Mankind, not to your fossilized Monarchy, nor is it the property of your rapacious Trillionaire Capitalist cronies. There is a final crime you need to account for your Highness!, Before you slide tearfully and with much gnashing of teeth, into the long dark night of your extinction. The final outcome of your own consumptive, monetary Wonderland, is swarming towards you like a Bush-Fire front... A mutating, carcinogenic parasite which destroys Life and everything in its path. Can you hear the approaching Train-wreck? Can you feel the maelstrom of Despair? Do you see the collision of Forces which were set in motion, which you so foolishly and without thinking proudly fostered and maintained? Can you smell the tides of Fear? Nature has gone insane Your Highness, while Gaia weeps without end. And climate change now snaps ravenously at your heels like a rabid, wounded dog. Finally, it was you who stole the breath of those to follow, From out of the mouths of immaculate vagabonds and Gypsy musicians, You stole the breath from wonderfully flawed Angels, and cooing Farmers daughters, Languorously, proudly snoring Fish-mongers wives and anarchistic, shock-headed Poets who always drank too much, And who were always deeply sorry in the morning. From Mortgage Brokers and Hedge Fund managers, whose Souls had a texture like dessicated praying-mantises, From Hipster drifters with broken hearts and weeping guitars, And sleeping-walking clerks who were high on printers ink, and secretly, madly in love with their bosses. From euphoric and happily exhausted Dancers who still basked in the after-glow of adulation... Their exultations, their joyous and giddy raptures, The promise of their fevered visions all now extinguished. You robbed them all your Highness, of their miraculous, happily ever after lives, All those crazy, mad, bad, funny, tragic, laughing, singing, chanting, crying, sighing, dying, warm and oh so talented people, Only just Born and then waiting to die... and yet wanting to live, despite the stench, and the cloying, nauseous reek all through the Industrial alley-ways of their daily working lives... Or simply waiting to be Born...or waiting to be Re-born! Or simply Waiting...waiting for that day when he can finally just let go of everything, End the entire monotonous cycle of his hand to mouth, work to eat life in the Rat-Race maze, Just Drop-out! and thereby end all of the games played by his tyrannical, over-demanding, mendacious employers, and just wait for Death to finally discover him, alone in his room. Or out on a high cliffs ledge in the wilderness because the pulsing pain in your head from the unnatural life down below, on the dirty City streets just wont go away, With nothing but Time and the cliff-faces to talk to, and a Heart screaming out as loud and as wide as the open vistas before you... You took from them all... Those who sat patiently in endlessly tedious queues and hushed, Depressed waiting rooms looking for Credit or who stood in the lines for Food, breathing fog and crunching snow, hour after hour, year after year and just clinging on... Those who spent accumulated weeks waiting in stifling elevators, in a storm of Micro-wave activity standing submissively, beside their fellow man, and just holding on... waiting for the screaming in their heads to stop. Or who sat behind shiny ribbons of metallic wombs, that stretched for miles and miles as far as the eye could see, Hoping that one day, some way, either of the two tyrants i.e Eternity or Walmart would end, self-destruct, which ever came first, And that this act would somehow restore their vacant Souls, And would grant them their moment in the Sun... Or even just those, who still drift inchoate and await their next incarnation, Slumbering through the endless mineral dream. You robbed them all... Your Institutional, Social and Personal crimes would blacken the Sun were I to list them all in detail. And so it ends Here! And not with a Bang but with a Whimper! We dolly the shot back...and then Fade to Black....for everyone on Earth... Heed this warning from the Collective carefully your Majesty, and look to the skies! Your game of indebtedness is ending and your Time is soon at hand! We do not Forgive! We do not Forget! Expect us! Signed...Your not so obedient servants : The Indivisible Individuals...
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 03:43:57 +0000

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