They’re coming for us – of course they are. They’re readying the system.
They know what they’re doing. They’re feeding us narratives. They’re feeding us lies. They want us to react a certain way. And everyone reacts a certain way.
But not us.
Not us.
It’s clicking into place. It’s worldwide. They have their hands around our throats. Each of us.
It’s brilliant. So devious. So subtle. They’re using all their powers. Summoning all their demons. And we’re … defenceless.
We should try and prolong the last moment forever. Make it last … forever.
This is our time in the garden. Before they come for us. Before Completion. Before Hegemony. Before the ultimate Lockdown. The, like, forever Lockdown.
And everyone’s oblivious, pretty much. No one knows what’s happening, pretty much. Except us. Except we few. And what kind of resistance are we?
Where is God? Will God help us? If only we could part of the clouds and see God. If only we could look upwards and see God. If only it was the rapture. If only we could be just lifted into the air. Into the sky. Lifted away from what’s coming. Lifted out of this hellworld.
This world’s becoming hell. It’s closing around us. It’s choking us – all of us – and we’re the only ones to feel it. It’s coming for us, and we’re the only ones who know it’s coming.
Everything’s scripted. Everyone talks from the script. Everyone but us. Everyone lies. Everyone but us.
Help us. Get us out of here. Out of this hellworld.
They’re cleverer than we are. They’re ahead of us.
We were smart enough to see the operation – how? To work out what they were up to – how. But not smart enough to counter it. To, like, join battle.
Our native intelligence. Our native … powers of discernment. We weren’t taken in. We weren’t fooled. All the worse for us, because we know the horror. We know the skies are darkening.
We know their reach. We know their motive. We know their end goal. We know what they Want. The whole fucking world – that’s the prize they seek. Nothing less. And there’s nowhere to escape. Nowhere to go.
Do we have what it takes? We have nothing. We’re on the side of nothing. We’re on the void’s side. Wishing the void would swallow the world.
We’ve had enough of living. Enough of living in this world.
No more of this. No more. We can’t take anymore.
When will the void reach us? When will the void come for us? Take us home. Like an anti-Rapture. Like non-salvation.
Work in Progress 