A Romanticized Essay On Defiance

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I do a good amount of creative writing, this is something that kind of spawned from various sources. It really has no intentional target, it's just written the way I felt like writing it. Whether you look at it as having any rational correspondence, or completely romanticized bullshit, enjoy.

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I used to be like you once, I used to be like you all once. I used to be afraid of the things you all are afraid of. I used to adore the things that you all adore.

Then I began declining into the places that you feared, the things that you adored made me sick, I began changing into something you envied deep down inside of you. I made the supposedly irrational choice to go against the popular opinions, and I became such an outsider, that I lost myself. I went against what they told me, I thought about too much and I never stopped; to my horror I realized that I had never found myself, I had just found blind acceptance. To be true to myself, I would have to seek out the greatest minds, the deepest misery, and the darkest doors of my own mind.

All of the people around you kept trying to tell you that there was a specific way of doing things. They were all trying to limit your capabilities to justify their own limitations. The things you are capable of, the people you are capable of fighting for, better to hold them highly then the legacy of facades driven before you as poison-filled gifts from your so-called leaders and mentors.

While the ads run like a steady stream of bullshit to keep the herd contented with never being satisfied, shock the system with more life then it's mechanically ambitious drones could ever know. Take ideas and run them wild, merge them with whatever would bring you closer to who you really are. Fight with your ideals and with your love and you will overthrow the entire pathetic swarm of darkness that hides in the heart of every power-hungry sleeping drone.

It's time to wake the world up.

The tanks and artillery all lined up in a circle, and there are thousands, millions, endless numberless hoards ready to fire. Fire, fire, fire with all the almighty and unrelenting force that so much engineering, steel, and explosives could muster. Destroy all life and send as much of it's remains as possible through the cold portal of death and into the divide known only as Oblivion. This is the mindset of society, to crush the unaccepted ways, to promote weakness, apathy, and ignorance to each and every human being.

Life is a gift, but suffering is a right- bestowed upon mankind by society. You have the right to suffer, you have the right to poison yourself with drugs, you have the right to commit suicide, you have the right to delude yourself with religion, you have the right to be a fool. You will be a fool, you will mold into society, you will be respectful of your government, you will be a bug pinned under the rest of the world's illusions of power. YOU WILL DO THESE THINGS, YOU HAVE NO OTHER OPTION BUT IMPRISONMENT AND DEATH.

Poor, pitiful fools! Resistance cannot be crushed into nothingness without resistance cultivating from nothingness.

Fight with everything you have against the crusades of modern man, the arts of victimization that are constantly tugging at your mind and lunging for your loved ones' throats. The charlatans outnumber us, but we have raw, raging defiance; and that's not just something great, that's something corrosive to the fools that fill this world. Let us overtake them, let each and every one of us stand like a fragment of the devil upon the Earth, a "horrific" monument of the open-mind, an acidic symbol of satisfaction that the world chooses to ignore.

It's all just a mother-fucking stage, and we're the mother-fuckers who come to knock back up the sleeping pills the pitiful hordes have digested. We are the ones that have broke free of the heavy chains of sedation, we have seen the horrid truth; what we have found is that our world is so consumed in facades that it is digesting itself, like a sick, dying animal trying to sustain it's life by picking it's own bones clean. What we have learned is that we are truly alone, each and every one of us waiting to die, everyone around us full of knives and ready to pull the blades out of themselves and share. We are eaten alive by our loneliness, by our logic, and we soon find self-destruction the only rational option, opposed to the former, self-deceit.

We are walking self-destructive entities, engaging all who encounter us with corrosive logic. We are the ghost in it's own world merged with the real world; but instead, the joke world is our world and it's ideals now, and the rational world is a step away in mysticism. We are living out the apathetic nightmare that gives the religious right explosive wet dreams. We are made into suffering antagonists within a hell that was created, and is sustained by fools who play victimized, valiant heroes.

(Inspired by reading Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nietzsche, Thorin Essays, Anton Lavey, and the book "If You Give a Moose a Muffin".)

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Thank you HH