Economic Fall
The clash of steel and iron plays on foggy screens, as
raging economic fires consume every town and village across the land with
echoed screams. Empty homes ablaze on smouldering markets of greed, now just a
pile of embers, ash and shattered illusions.
Desperate fingers point at created enemies, scribbled on
leaflets and dropped on the starving by patrician thieves. Desolation notes,
delivered by Trireme commanders to man the oars and destroy the rebellions abroad.
Ship of fools, rowing in madness towards the jutting rocks
of truth on the raging seas of insanity; Woe to them who are chained to the
oars of empirical delusions…
The stores are empty onboard tall illusive dreams, where
shell-shocked rowers fall by the weight of the chains they have come to depend
on. Leaky ships eastward steering, sink to the bottom of the sea, while their cannons are fired
in all directions…
The mirage of recovery fades in the pangs of unfulfilled
promises and broken dreams. A generation crushed by debt, left smouldering in
the ashes, has lost its hubris…the empire is dead.
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About this Expression:
Mankind’s destiny has arrived at a major fork in the
road…one path leads to extinction, the other to freedom and salvation. However,
the choice is blurred by the noise of propaganda and parasitic elements that
drive a sociopathic leadership towards chaos and destruction…the decision has
already been made for us, as we are blindly led down a road by the directors of
greedy addiction, desperate for its next fix…they have chosen war instead of
peace…
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