The Dead Reds
We are blessed as servants of the highest order, empowered with the importance to convey a warning. Tyranny a domestic disease now has reached epidemic proportions.
Unemployment sores fueling desperate indecent greed for more, hindering impatience towards a fading nations whisper of reform. Tired of being fed with the edge of a sword, a fight until death is law as pride of the young can not be bought. Information is used as a tool for war in which fiction and fact are distorted and fought. The prize is the mind so it can be poisoned to perform, held captive on a planet without a heaven for a cure.
We live in the reign of the Golden Calf, shackled to desires the machine thieves without thought. It conquers the family with divides, it robs our time as eyes of insight are perpetually blinded by constant lies while freedom is at the height of democratic demise. Awoken from a slumber of obedience, we, the people rise.