Chessie
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This government is a squatting, lugubrious devil divested now of even the necessary practice of sublime politics and gorged to decadent rotundness, it's pestalent belly over-running it's belt-line as it's paunchy and pasty benefactors stuff it with ill gotten gains and the lympha of dead innocents.
It can be said of all hierarchy, royal and democratic (for there is no free democracy) that the leader, the beast trundles neatly up a pyramid of militantly minded youth ground to pulped and bullet ridden meat in the gormless, witless machine of his ambition. This gestalt of illness, this plague bearing psyche absconds with power by cruel amorality and a stark willingness to unmake better persons for the pitiful sake of the right to give direction to his fellow man.
Then a time circles round that the sickening monster, having fed mightily upon it's neighbors, it's poor people, and at last upon itself, must weaken. Another noble soul takes up that finest and most tragic of human enterprises, revolution. He slays that demon and takes his place at the feeding hole, ready to feast.
There is nothing left for us. We, the masses, gnashing our teeth, weeping, tearing our hair and flesh must either die as martyrs or live to see ourselves become the villains.
It can be said of all hierarchy, royal and democratic (for there is no free democracy) that the leader, the beast trundles neatly up a pyramid of militantly minded youth ground to pulped and bullet ridden meat in the gormless, witless machine of his ambition. This gestalt of illness, this plague bearing psyche absconds with power by cruel amorality and a stark willingness to unmake better persons for the pitiful sake of the right to give direction to his fellow man.
Then a time circles round that the sickening monster, having fed mightily upon it's neighbors, it's poor people, and at last upon itself, must weaken. Another noble soul takes up that finest and most tragic of human enterprises, revolution. He slays that demon and takes his place at the feeding hole, ready to feast.
There is nothing left for us. We, the masses, gnashing our teeth, weeping, tearing our hair and flesh must either die as martyrs or live to see ourselves become the villains.
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