5/19/2018, 6:15 am
Glorious times, comrades!
Tears of joy roll down our cheeks.
We will take the maimed bodies from the shaking arms of the mourning parents, and then hang them from our flagpoles, limbs dangling in the wind; battle-standards in the Procession of Progress they will become.
Who will stand in our way? We will let the blood of innocents drip onto their faces until they turn away their eyes.
We will drown their speech in the roar of our slogans. Who needs reason, cursed reason, at times like these? O progressive, let not this battle pass you by, wherever you may be. In lockstep we approach the enemy, already we see them wavering.
What is it they say? No, no you fiends, you heartless monsters. This was not a lone wolf. His complexion is not right. His name and creed do not fit the prophecies. Talk not of estranged and overworked parents, overstretched youths instilled with guilt by teachers, depression, faith... Your words are useless. We know better, because we are the righteous, and She said it so it must be true.
"This is what happens when governments start trusting citizens!" we will shout, dancing around the fires of our covens; the pages of forbidden books fluttering in the wind like ghostly fireflies.
"Come and take them, please, take them away forever", we will ask our idols, the cold stone statues we carry before us in the endless march towards something (but what was it again? do you remember, comrade? It does not matter, we march and this is the only important thing).
"Come and take them, and embrace us, shackle us to your radiance."
Point your finger, and we will march.
Comrade Minitrue, in a poetic mood
Tears of joy roll down our cheeks.
We will take the maimed bodies from the shaking arms of the mourning parents, and then hang them from our flagpoles, limbs dangling in the wind; battle-standards in the Procession of Progress they will become.
Who will stand in our way? We will let the blood of innocents drip onto their faces until they turn away their eyes.
We will drown their speech in the roar of our slogans. Who needs reason, cursed reason, at times like these? O progressive, let not this battle pass you by, wherever you may be. In lockstep we approach the enemy, already we see them wavering.
What is it they say? No, no you fiends, you heartless monsters. This was not a lone wolf. His complexion is not right. His name and creed do not fit the prophecies. Talk not of estranged and overworked parents, overstretched youths instilled with guilt by teachers, depression, faith... Your words are useless. We know better, because we are the righteous, and She said it so it must be true.
"This is what happens when governments start trusting citizens!" we will shout, dancing around the fires of our covens; the pages of forbidden books fluttering in the wind like ghostly fireflies.
"Come and take them, please, take them away forever", we will ask our idols, the cold stone statues we carry before us in the endless march towards something (but what was it again? do you remember, comrade? It does not matter, we march and this is the only important thing).
"Come and take them, and embrace us, shackle us to your radiance."
Point your finger, and we will march.
Comrade Minitrue, in a poetic mood




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