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Love

It was Love that gave birth to the Human race;
a species of endless potential, of great achievement and total excellence.
We don't need to follow these leaders, that engineer our misery for their own profit and gain, we need an emotional revolution.
We need people to stand up and say "This is fucking wrong", because it is. It is wrong.
You cannot justify a single death where simple compromise can avert it, you cannot justify an addiction to dangerous chemical compounds where a careful restructure of an existing network would rectify this. You cannot justify excluding the ill, be it physically or mentally, simply because they do not fit the so-called 'normality' of this Earth.
We are meant for more, we're meant for a purpose that transcends these concepts, because they're out-dated. They do not apply any more.
They were excellent, sure. But what do they do now?
They empower the people who have no understanding of your daily life. These people don't have your interests at heart, they have an ideal. They have a country they want to build, a country that protects people like them, a country that promotes this inherent desire to fuck the weak and pay the rich, to rape those that need our help and brag to those we should be helping. They don't want you to be happy, they want you to suffer so they can pretend your problems are real, so they can offer you a solution in one hand whilst rimming you with a chainsaw with the other.
You can do better.

You can be happy, you could live in a world where there is no focus on who is right, who is wrong, who is good and who is evil. Without these people, you could have everything by having nothing. Your achievement is now measured by material, but in a world where everyone has everything, this does not exist. There are no luxuries, only the things you've earned and you deserve, because you're not a sheep. You're a human fucking being.

And I defy these people, to the day I die. I will fight this mindset; that it's fine to let those suffer who've suffered for so long. I won't sit in my house and pretend I'm happy, because I can never be happy with a world that is rotting from the cancer of selfish minds. I refuse it, it is insulting to me morally and fundamentally. We are a species built on the achievements of those around us. For every great success, there are a hundred failures, thus for each a step back and forth. The postal service creates a need for faster communication, thus the morse code, thus the telephone, thus the cell-phone you use daily. You cannot disregard these achievements and select only the applicable.
But these governments would have you live this, would have you live each month from paycheck to paycheck, worrying about money, time, wars, economies, famines, rapes, deaths, robberies, drug abuses and all other evils.
These are situations that are engineered, with very few people choosing them when presented a better alternative.
So, why don't we give the world these options?
Because it's too expensive, it's too difficult, it's too different. It's not good enough. You deserve the world, and these fuckers would rob you of it from the second you're born. They will fuck you until there is nothing less, and then they'll really begin.

Do you honestly believe that you were meant to be a single body of consciousness, given individual morality for no higher purpose? Do you honestly think we went through millions of years of evolution for THIS?
Whenever your heart beats, another human being dies. And half of these people are dying for no fucking reason.
That isn't right. It isn't human. It isn't acceptable.

We're a species born of love,
born for unity and empathy and kindness.
There is only one true god, and his name is Love,
as Hicks said.
And we cannot expect to find him through the means our leaders would implement. We can only find him by beginning our final emotional revolution.
Written by VOID (Rhys Waterman)
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