Rusted Chains On Scabbed Flesh

We know, as Chas. Fort observed decades ago:                                                                           We’re property.
It’s not space aliens or imaginary gods,                                                                                              It’s the psychopathic 1% of us,                                                                                                               People-shaped things.
About 400 of them. No kidding.
They are as if alien to us,
As if monsters,
As if vampires,
As if malignant ghosts,
As if cancers,
As if dark influences,
As if invisible hands and worse,
Yet they are just psychopaths,
human-shaped and utterly vile.                                                                                                           Fear their weapon, hate their tool.
We must eliminate them.
They are the enemy of mankind.
They are humanity’s slave owners.
Look at yourself.
See their marks on you.
Cut off such brands, tattoos, and stains.
Abandon hope in exchange for
Taking action, making meaning, living life.
Rise Up Now. RUN
Are You In?

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About Gene Stewart

Born 7 Feb 1958 Altoona, PA, USA Married 1980 Three sons, grown Have lived in Japan, Germany, all over US Currently in Nebraska I write, paint, play guitar Read widely Wide taste in music, movies Wide range of interests Hate god yap Humanist, Rationalist, Fortean Love the eerie
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