Monsters
There are monsters in this world of ours. There are so many of them, with different faces, but equally terrifying. They make us scream in our sleep, in our waking moments, and every other moment.
The monsters live everywhere. They surround us, they poison us and they consume us. We are food to sate their hunger, their insatiable greed. What happens to us is none of their concern, we are nothing to them. They are everything; they are the Gods of our time, always seen but never realized, these monsters.
The monsters are invincible. They are indestructible. Their armor is impenetrable; their weapons unbreakable. The monsters wield their whips to keep us in line; keep us blind to their ways; keep us deaf to their dark secrets; keep us gagged from speaking out. Those of us who do stand up fall prey to their terrible wrath; punishment is never fast but slow and torturous. These monsters have no mercy.
There are monsters here. Monsters that carry weapons of great destruction. Monsters that have neither love nor compassion; they only have their insatiable hunger. They are empty within, filled by a void that can never be filled no matter how they try. The monsters will do anything to gain control and power. They will conquer and ruin; they will subjugate everything before them. Their will consume us, just as their hunger consumes them.
These monsters look just like us. They pretend to be one of us. They sound like us; talk like us, act like us, and change like us. The monsters live among us. They are the ones who rule us, who dictate our lives and keep us in line. The monsters feed us with their illusions and lies to fatten us up so they may consume us in the end. Their production lines are their means of imprisoning us; their media is their means of subjugating and controlling us, their products are the poison that corrupts us. Like a potent drug, we become addicted to their smoke and mirrors; without them we will fall and shatter.
The monsters are here. We do not scream. We are not afraid.
We are the monsters.
The monsters live everywhere. They surround us, they poison us and they consume us. We are food to sate their hunger, their insatiable greed. What happens to us is none of their concern, we are nothing to them. They are everything; they are the Gods of our time, always seen but never realized, these monsters.
The monsters are invincible. They are indestructible. Their armor is impenetrable; their weapons unbreakable. The monsters wield their whips to keep us in line; keep us blind to their ways; keep us deaf to their dark secrets; keep us gagged from speaking out. Those of us who do stand up fall prey to their terrible wrath; punishment is never fast but slow and torturous. These monsters have no mercy.
There are monsters here. Monsters that carry weapons of great destruction. Monsters that have neither love nor compassion; they only have their insatiable hunger. They are empty within, filled by a void that can never be filled no matter how they try. The monsters will do anything to gain control and power. They will conquer and ruin; they will subjugate everything before them. Their will consume us, just as their hunger consumes them.
These monsters look just like us. They pretend to be one of us. They sound like us; talk like us, act like us, and change like us. The monsters live among us. They are the ones who rule us, who dictate our lives and keep us in line. The monsters feed us with their illusions and lies to fatten us up so they may consume us in the end. Their production lines are their means of imprisoning us; their media is their means of subjugating and controlling us, their products are the poison that corrupts us. Like a potent drug, we become addicted to their smoke and mirrors; without them we will fall and shatter.
The monsters are here. We do not scream. We are not afraid.
We are the monsters.
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