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Deep down in the bowels of the earth (for they were full of faeces) in a place of absolute dark, there is a throne.
The throne is adorned, nay, formed of the skulls of millions, and rises high in it's cavern, beyond the sight of lowly mortals.
Atop this throne is seated a mighty one, of booming voice, and thunderous temper. He desires but one thing, and has acted for millenia to ensure it. This bloated being has claws, black and gnarled, and a multitude of sharp pointed little evil teeth. His blistered lips seep vile juices, and his salivorous tongue reeks of the bile he regularly repulses. His great eyes are grey all over, for they see nothing. his head is adorned with hairy bristles, form which incessantly drips a stream of rank sweat.
This Being is DEMOCRACY, the False God. He calls all unto him, and controls them with his will. He does this with the help of his Angels, MEDIA, LEGISLATION, STIGMA and TRADITION. This vile tyrant oversees all below him, his spawn, the creatures known as humans.
He Vomits out a stream of green, that from first sight seems liquid. Come close however, and you see the stream is of small pieces of green paper. This disgusting product of the Tyrant's guts flow from his feet around the world, and at the side of this stream human's horde together to consume their master's vomit.
They grow bloated from their consumption, bloated and tired in their greed for what they want.
Upon the completion of their feeding, the Tyrant's servants hand them each a tool, a tool forgéd of a black metal. This black metal is in fact each person's very soul. And with this tool are they forced to beat upon the vast wall of grey rock, that is known as FREEDOM. And in time are both the wall and their tool's worn down, along with their long undernourished muscles.
Until they lie on the floor covered in their own faeces, grasping the broken wooden stub of their tool's handle, inneffectually beating at the wall until the last gasp of breath seeps from their body.
And so had things been for generations stretching back as far as all could remember.
And then, one day, something changed.
The human's lay down their tools, a new energy had grasped them. they ran excitably about knowing not that which they did.
Until stood forth a being of pure light who beckoned them to pick up their tools and come listen about him.
They did as such, and came up to him.
Upon reaching him they saw an image. At this moment time fractured, and this very thing happened again a million times, despite having actually only occured once. They saw a man, like them, humble in attire, but full of revolutionary fire.
He stood there, beaming. "Friends," he called, "i have discovered how you can live a life better than that which you know"
Awed, the human's listened carefully to what the man said. Many of the ones at the back of the crowd could not quite hear, grew disinterested, and wandered away to carry on as had been before. In fact, many more left than stayed. When all that were to leave had left, the new figure began to enact his plan.
He created a glittering stairway that lead up form the cavern floors, to the surface itself. He lead the people up, into the world, where he gave them new tools, and said unto them "with these tools you can work the land, and grow the fruit of EQUALITY which will nourish you eternally"
The people, however, were already growing discontent. Upon reaching the surface their eyes had begun to burn, and they could see barely a thing. Great pain hit their eyes, for in the dark caverns their eyes had become accustomed to only minimal light. Scared and hurt, they set upon the figure, and destroyed him.
They then returned to the cavern, where most returned to their work for the Tyrant.
A few however, remained by the spot of the staircase, and lay there arguing with one another about the details that had happened, though all agreed it had been good, and they should not have killed the figure, none could agree on everything. They incessantly argued for an eternity, never knowing of that which they spoke, rolling in one another's faeces and urine as they wrestled with one another's concepts.
That is, until the fracture in time brought the figure back again, and they followed again, and then again, set upon him for their pain, and flead back to the comforting cold dank earth, which never caused them strain, though it did leave them nothing more than empty husks of what was once there.
(Edited by CommieBastard at 1:06 am on Sep. 30, 2001)
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Ask not what your country can do for you, or what you can do for your country. Ask what you can do for one another.
man..i hate reading off on computer monitors...
my eyes get messed.
This is <span style=\'color:red\'>my</span> rifle. There are many like it but this one is <span style=\'color:red\'>mine</span>.
Since the day I was born I had a wonderful dream
To make people hurt to make people scream
I wanna fight you but you don't dare
I spit on your face and you just stare
I beat you down and the cops don't care
Stab you in the chest
Right through the flesh
Shove the knife in deep
Cause life is cheap
Like hookers from Budapest
