Jassy Melson
09-27-2010, 06:07 PM
There are twelve who decide our reality.
Twelve little middle-aged men with small eyes and thin lips.
They meet every few months in different locations.
All is kept secret—their names, the location of their meetings—all.
They decide the world's finances and conflicts, and what
perception will be for most. They do this
through a spiderweb weaved over decades.
Love, compassion, peace, and all other absolutes
do not exist for these men. All that matters
for these men is power—absolute power.
But they have their limit imposed from above,
and they follow it. They are not irreligious.
They worship one thing: the ideal of one unified world.
That is their God. That is what everything they do
is guided by; that is the golden calf and lamb and fleece
for which they worship and strive. Nothing else matters.
They are quite willing to live their whole life
in service to their god and to die an inglorious
and unknown existence for their ideal.
They learned long ago how to manipulate perception
and hence reality. And they practice it quite often.
Thousands die every day because of their decisions.
But their conscience doesn't bother them,
because they know they are serving the greater good;
they know their efforts are helping to achieve
their ultimate goal: one unified world.
They are the true socialists, the true communists
of the world: The twelve disciples
who decide our reality.
Twelve little middle-aged men with small eyes and thin lips.
They meet every few months in different locations.
All is kept secret—their names, the location of their meetings—all.
They decide the world's finances and conflicts, and what
perception will be for most. They do this
through a spiderweb weaved over decades.
Love, compassion, peace, and all other absolutes
do not exist for these men. All that matters
for these men is power—absolute power.
But they have their limit imposed from above,
and they follow it. They are not irreligious.
They worship one thing: the ideal of one unified world.
That is their God. That is what everything they do
is guided by; that is the golden calf and lamb and fleece
for which they worship and strive. Nothing else matters.
They are quite willing to live their whole life
in service to their god and to die an inglorious
and unknown existence for their ideal.
They learned long ago how to manipulate perception
and hence reality. And they practice it quite often.
Thousands die every day because of their decisions.
But their conscience doesn't bother them,
because they know they are serving the greater good;
they know their efforts are helping to achieve
their ultimate goal: one unified world.
They are the true socialists, the true communists
of the world: The twelve disciples
who decide our reality.