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In the distance I saw these little black Demon silhouettes furiously moving barrel after Barrel onto planes to be hauled off behind the high walls, No Doubt. The figurines moved as if they were possessed, as Ruthless and Relentless as their masters. There was a certain Mania to their movements like they Feared an Unknown force would suddenly interrupt their efforts for good. I guess on some level they know Time is running out, that this Planet only has so much to Give.
I guess the Looting of the Resources will go on right up until the End. Wasn't until I saw it with my own Eyes did I fully realize this. Damn. If one does not see the Possibility of Preservation then it makes Sense to keep taking until there's Nothing left. On this Precept they have bet the Lives on this planet - as well as their Immortal Souls. If only we'd had the same Commitment to giving as to taking we'd have a Future and our eyes would be able to Gaze upon the Sun once again.
My heart is Heavy. The Wounds of the World dread my soul. To whom does one yell from the Mountaintops to when the planet is Dead? Silence did not save us.
There's a Dawning of a new Consciousness. Pools of denial are Drying Up, leaving no place left to Hide. I've seen men look down upon their Hands in Horror as red stains of murdered blood appear. Panicked by Revelation, they go mad in the bright Daylight, screaming for help yet as Helpless as their Victims. Women for War weep and beg for the return of their children Sacrificed for Lies of promised security. By saying there was No Other Way to live they have left themselves with No Way to live.
What was Never Supposed To Happen is happening. Not content with destroying our First planet, we've lost our miraculous Second chance. Despite all our High Talk and Grand Promises, we did not learn our Lesson. We spoke of anything and everything - except Love.
The truth is Dying an Ugly death. It will die Alone, and in the Dark. It won't be Whispered or even Thought. It will just Disappear like a wind that passes through never to be known again. Within me I try to keep it Alive - but to what End? It is spoken Less and less as the Flames of danger are Stoked round us ever higher. You can see it in their faces: the Broken dreams, the Twisted lies, the Heartbreak of separation, Songs that echo only in the past. We are Drowning in a sea of unreality. Soon, there'll be no more Tears left to cry.
Three days ago I met an Excommunicated Power Lord. He was Desperate to speak, to tell me How Things Are, to convey the State Of The Rot. "It's Worse than you think," he begged me to see. "I was Cast Out for my lying - I mean, for not lying well enough. Those people there now - they're Animals, without human Impulse. They've Boiled their lives down to craven Creatures who speak Only to deceive. The have Zero consideration for anyone or anything. They thrive on Betrayal. In the end, they'll destroy even themselves, Eating each other alive - and taking rest of us Down with them. There'll be Nothing left. Believe me, I'm not exaggerating one Iota on this."
Believe him I already did. Then he continued his false Crusade.
"The people must know! If only they knew the Reality of what's happening. They must Listen to me! Then things would change! Throw the monsters out!"
Then I told him reality he did not Want to Hear: the Monsters are in charge because the People are monsters.
"Never!" he indignantly rebuked. "Never will I Believe that! The people have been Deceived. With good leaders we'd be Saved."
I repeated: the people Crucified the good leaders, that's why there's None left. There can be no deception without first Self-deception.
This robber, having been Robbed of his false hope, stormed off Cursing me as a man without Hope.
But I have read the Hearts of those who speak from on High. Those who Lie - and those who Wish to be lied to - grow and Fester in number. Rare is a soul who sees the Light. Most are still Stubborn and Reluctant to give up the old ways despite the Ruination they see happening before their Eyes. This now-Wandering Power Lord was the same. He spoke of going back to a Time of a more Moderate evil. That was his Idea of Sanity. He said Ridding the world of all evil was too Radical and "would never Sell." I Smiled at him, saying nothing, another piece of truth Gone with the wind.
