Observations Of The Worm

Transferring this text from the page list as there is a format change going on behind the scenes. It’s going here for prosperity and as part of the process in putting 22 Secrets together. The Worm page shall be turning to The Mysteries at some point in the near future.

 

The sun sets on another dead day and those familiar old demons stir with the encroaching darkness. Minions stroll the streets in pursuit of entertainment while the enslaved slip in to towering buildings to clean and prepare the machine for another round of economics. Every movement is recorded by thousands of cameras so that the dark lords can track their underlings without ever having to make contact with them. This is the stage we have reached with our social contract. It is the price of progress and the foundations of our future but has the functioning changed since the time of our ancestors?

Humanity has come a long way in appearance yet since its inception the thought process has remained cannibalistic in nature. First we lost our souls to industry. Then we lost our minds in its circuitry and while this was happening the old cults found ways to survive and maintain their stranglehold on what is left of our spirit.
Ideals and notions of hope have been nurtured by ignorance and promoted through fear or desire for centuries. It’s a tried and tested method that fits any dress code or rule book.

The darkness never really left no matter how brightly the enlightened few shone through our collective history. Cavemen in suits run every stage and side show within our parasitical civilisations and have done for generations. Their incestuous regimes marry and murder each other at their convenience while using the lives of the masses as tools or bargaining chips. They are slaves to their greed and chained down by their short sight and condescending manner but they are not the ones who truly suffer. Although a prison cell is freedom’s tomb no matter how gilded its bars may be.

Ultimately our technological progress has surpassed the voice of reason. The planet has become too small for the suicidal path chosen by our kind. We have a hundred and one ways to destroy life yet still no cure for the common cold. We wasted our day but for what? For whom? Which God, Philosophy or political ideal limited our minds in such a manner? Which chosen path were we forced to walk until the Sun set and died?

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