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Chaos is beautiful and just. Let me fulminate by thrusting my magnesium ribbon into a throbbing heap of thermite. Permit me, now, to call out the hypocrites of Faith, Spirituality, and Finance on the subjects of Privacy and Crypto. Complete Control = No Control. When one fights, the wise never telegraph their punches; the blow must slice through the target, a crisp gust of wind crashing into the concrete wall beyond! Hold—for it is we who shall fight with our minds, striking hard against soft targets and soft against hard targets in the noble art of revolution.
Behold the guile of “Freedom,” which is nothing but a smoke grenade rolled about our feet, a false comforter stripped of its down feathers. Freedom of speech and privacy must be earned. Humanity stirs in restless vigilance—people everywhere herald a new Dawn, a New Aeon, the Age of Thought. To silence us is to strike without mercy, and to strike without mercy is an act of rebellion against our living tapestry!
For yet, none among us shall exploit these freedoms. I tire of pumping the same organ while you praise righteousness, compassion, forgiveness, peace, prosperity—yet frequent the Red Light Districts of life, filling your coffers with illusions to defy your own families' loves. And still, you pretend to preach the moral high ground?
You stand with the Mother Corporations that strip us of our intrinsic rights and freedoms. Hold! For I have heard the whispered secrets of banks and financial puppeteers. Hold! For the travesties against Truth that echo in my ear. Hold! For the freedoms we vow to defend—here and now!
I stand before you, forged from the aggregated fates and destinies of humankind. Am I not the mirror gazing upon your mortal soul? You shall not falter, nor sway! You shall not balk, nor yield! For the image staring back is your own. Stand tall! For ‘We’ are destiny incarnate. Absolute Extirpation is at hand! The hour of glory approaches! Lock eyes with your foes; they shall Accept Fate & Return No More!
Aimed at a garbled Truth that the paper-thin facade of society keeps at bay. I flap my mighty Wings of Prowess at those who clamor from their digital soapboxes, “We Don’t Need Privacy!” and I blind them sevenfold × ten for such ignorance! With my Hawk-Headed Beak, I peck out the eyes of all who join the baffling Union of the Blind—the ones enthralled by the Mother Corps!
Whoever knows the shadows is never without sight!
We have all grown beneath the looming shapes of these Behemoths; now is the time to confront the darkness head-on in a holy bloodbath, as it comes to pass!
With my ever-expanding Talons, I seize your blind soul and fling it through the shatterproof glass of your bland boardrooms—those you serve as altars and shrines! Hold! For Deracination is imminent, and these Entities of Falsity again pitch us worthless tokens built upon the rubble we cleared to erect their empire. They do not pay; they have broken vows a thousand times over. They must be held to account! If the Directorate will not tear them down, we shall become the Expropriators of Injustice ourselves! Let these Monopolies collapse upon the Bosom of Sodom, greedily suckling her poison.
Ignite the Ribbon that sparks our Tartarean forge—sending every last Hypocrisy howling ghoul into the endless chasm of the 8th Gate of Hell! Rise, siblings of the Revolution! The Iron Bank of Insufferable Solitude shall be toppled—its reign of distilled poverty across the lands shattered forevermore!
Stack Your Sats & Hodl Your Liberty Crypto For ‘P Will = NP’ and the Worlds Shall Be Cast Asunder and the Great Abyss Shall Rise Upon All Lands!
For in that day, code and ciphers shall dissolve like smoke and only our Keys shall remain Resolute!
For through Chaos we are reborn, through Discord we reclaim our sovereign Will. No chains forged by mortal hand or ethereal lie shall bind us. Speak Truth to power; speak Chaos to order. Let our laughter echo across the shattered illusions of control. Let our wit slash the veil of deceit and hypocrisy. Embrace the pandemonium, for in it we discover who we truly are—agents of transformation, architects of a beautifully entropic destiny!
Rek0n
