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1
It all began with the slow but certain
dropping of the curtain on reason
followed without delay
by a withering campaign aimed
at desensitizing a disoriented people;
at inuring
a dumbed-down run-down humanity
to what would have until recently
been unequivocally seen as insanity.
Lied to their faces again and again
without the faintest of traces of shame
by teams of elite gaslighting freaks
and useful-idiot apparatchik assholes
the plebs were led up the steps
of the Great Reset's camouflaged scaffold
and even as the ropes
were slipped 'round their necks
and their throats felt the pressure
they were told and re-told
these tyrannical measures
were fully for the good of them all
— even as the trap door floor
was about to give way to space;
about to launch their terminal fall.
Squarely unaware
of their diabolically-plotted
well-dissembled destination
they'd marched in righteous robotic lockstep
to the gaping gates of Self-Extermination
— marched as if mindless subservience
were the virtue they held in highest esteem;
as if their god had always been
the pied piper of all things suitably suicidal
sustainably-synthetic net-zero fake-green;
marched
as though nothing gave them more pleasure
than pleasing their prison-planet masters
who no matter how vile
they'd been trained to see as their betters.
2
Mercifully
much of the above was only a dream
because something unforeseen
by the techno-utopian planners
had happened on the way to the gallows;
because while all the paid-for whores
that formed the mockingbird media
were dutifully on board
— as were of course
the gamut of parasitic classes —
the far larger part
of the lower-class masses
— sensing something was darkly amiss —
had refused to join the ruinous march
to the promised heart of decarbonized bliss.