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by leftwingsdoom
on 15/8/14
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You may be activists, with fire in your tongues, and strong wills.

But do not delude yourselves.

You are still only pathetic mortals.

You have no right to tell anyone in the future you conveniently picture like a prophet what their choices will be.

As a mortal, you do not have that power. Not even the next DAY is certain. Things, situations, heroes and villains change. They always have, and until God puts a final end to it, they always will.

So do not be so smug, or so damned certain.

You are nothing but false prophets.

You can paint black futures to force awakenings and long overdue reprisals.

You have no right, no true ability to say what people's choices in the future are.

You do not know. You can NOT be certain.

One thing I know - the future will ALWAYS surprise you.

This is when activists annoy me, when they are so certain.

Get ready to die? Why does everyone paint death as the worst thing ever?

For if the future really IS that black, death will be the greatest blessing you know.

You are cowards to fear death, but it is good to fight, to let a death mean something.

The ignorant cattle will all be butchered.

Do not tell me to wake up. You are new to this, I have been howling across the grazing herds longer than you. Your smugness infuriates me, the snide conclusions you reach.

All the government is not evil and conspiring against us.

There are people who try to do the right thing.

There are some that survive the ocean of corruption.

Denying them, ignoring them shows how foolish you truly are.

You are no leader, just another tired doomsayer.

Most likely fueled by depression instead of true righteous anger.

You will change nothing.

What weak mortal ever does?

The tides of destiny crush them, drown them.

They are broken on the rocks of history.

In this day and age they see it differently, they think they have power.

That is how much weaker the mortals have become.

They now drown in delusions of strength, power, godhood.

When they are spineless worms, denying the only power there is.

The demons laugh at all this, rich with scorn.

Cattle, meat. fit to fatten and then kill.

Ignorance is bliss, and death a release from the black future.

But you activists annoy me.

I choose hope. I defy your doom.

I know every next breath of every potential enemy is determined by God.

I do not lose sight of that, it is every life, every day.

You can scream this time is more pivotal, so smug.

No.

You can be certain of nothing, weak mortals.

Except that evil, no matter how powerful it becomes, is finished.

It always was.

When you can swallow your pride, and fight not because you believe you have no other choice.

That is crass desperation, unbecoming of someone to follow, or be inspired by.

When you can find your true mission - that is when you will make some headway.

Otherwise, get out now.

You are wasting everyone's time.