It’s senseless – but that’s what they want: senselessness. That’s the secret of their reign: the creation of senselessness. The roll-out of senselessness. That’s what they want to encourage: general senselessness. Because that’s all they understand: senselessness. They want to remake the world in their own senseless image.
This is how they hate us. This is their method. This is how they do it.
This is their nihilism. This Is their vileness.
They’re made of poison. And lies – don’t forget lies.
They think they’re saving us.
Do they?
I don’t believe it. They know they’re damning us, too. Just like they’re damned. They just want to twist the knife. To torture us. So that we become like them: soulless and dead-eyed and damned.
Who – the Organisational Managers?
Maybe them. Maybe whoever’s behind them. Maybe the System. Maybe fucking Satan. The Prince of this world.
This evil, wretched world. That they’ve made evil and wretched.
They’re building their system – their world system. They’re making it ugly – because that’s what they know. Sociopaths, right? They should never have been alive, so they want us to never have been alive.
The ground we stand on. Soaked in poison.
We’re sterile.
Every tower here is dipped in poison. Their skies – their clouds – rain poison. There’s nothing but death. But horror. But damnation. But fucking dereliction. But fucking Satanism. In their New World Order.
What can they do but hate? They even hate themselves – they must do.
Their fucking poison. We’re sick with their poison. We’re sick with their sickness. As they want us to be.
They’re murdering us – slowly. They’re dictating the terms. According to which we so-called live.
We have to find a way where they can’t reach us.
Is there a way to complete this dying? Not to let it just play out on their terms.
Die deeper. Die to hide. Die to keep our secret.
Let death gather us to itself like peace. Like calm. Let it take us where we’ll be safe.
Work in Progress 