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But why should any of this matter?… The stones and hills… Are now referred to as palaces… But there are no structures on them… Was it wood that perished… Over time… Or was there never anything to be seen with the sensual eye… One narrative to rule… Them all… One narrative… To find them… One narrative… To bring them all… And in the darkness… Bind them… The narrative pursued by our governments… And mass media outlets… Is the one narrative… The Dark Lord… Himself forged it in the labyrinths… Which snake… Beneath the gleaming high-rise… Metropolis of a One World Forum…
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Perhaps it was to avoid… Just such narratives… That the civilisations responsible for these… Awesome structures… No longer visible… Manufactured… An escape route… And left us the manual… Written in earth… And stone… In the hope that we too… Would discover the way… And join them… The way that can be named… Or numbered… Is not the way… After all… No one granted permission… For the switch from… Hunter-gatherer… To agriculturist… And billions died in the process… And no one granted permission… For the switch from agriculturist… To Industrialist… Yet billions more died in the process.
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Are we really expecting… A say… In the switch… From industrialist… To cyborg?… We were though… Given a choice… And that choice is still before us… We pick up the gauntlet… Or we roll over… There will be no referendum… The computerised… Wheels of the One Forum… Will simply roll into smart-town… And like china-town… Before it… It will be transformed… Into a twenty-first century toy-town… For the elites… Populated by living dolls… And action men… Which they can do with… As they like… Does this sound like the paradise on earth we were promised… Or the hell we were threatened with?
France & Vincent 