If we made pact with the devil; then we are most obliged and duty bound to fulfill it— then we face our comeuppance in any form we see it. We accept it, like fate’s retribution— which it’s actually. There’s certainly no going back on the pact; but there are negotiations on the role we choose to play henceforth.
A holy mass. Benediction of the repose of souls lost to the oppressive cults of later world systems. Ode to those that resisted. Resistance— in the face of such— ruthless bully isn’t just courage and sacrifice, it is the most elevated act of human sacrifice.
And there’s no going back. The unholy communion we pact with them is irreversible, at the very least/— if not upgraded to make into their direct filed men; using our gift of persuasion to recruit more men into perdition. We are in a fix; beyond our element, and it’s our only choice. For now.
We have made the intimate sacrifice when we let our agency to be stolen by them. And it was not our fault, but naivety. We were promised a peaceful utopia where you don’t need agency to be treated just, or to be considered as equal.
We wre neither oppressed by their violence, nor are we afraid to confront them and fight like men— even with their lopsided advantage of being the domiciliary of power. We do not even loose sleep over their threats. Or the bland hum of their war-drums.
Silent hymns are sung— just as earful as can be sounded by our bodies— because any act to repose that soul is death with absolute violence. For it is not the owners’ anymore; it has become part of the repertoire of the merciless unforgiven cults whose only language is extreme violence.
But then if we insist to be soundly honest an ethical in a resounding environment of immorality, how far can our legs take us away from the pogrom that we run from? What if our hearts fail and leave us at the mercy of the wolves we run away from? Do we keep running or fall forwards on our own swords?
Beneath the almost idealistic surrealism of libertinism, is hidden a hideous parasitic vulnerability that is easily conquered by the easiest of vices— it opens us up bare to gross villainy and destruction; it makes of us men that are stripped of any hallmark of being men— easy preys to opportunist of virtue.
We must not surrender— neither our values nor our ideologies despite the persistent oppressive against our morals, despite being battered and blemished by the repugnant aura of deviation disguised in the form of liberty. Our liberty must not be something to be given.
Now we are threatened with the double hazard of the usurpation of our morals by ignominious values and the overwhelming of our innocent agency by corrupted new principles that fail all ethical scrutiny.
And I am, by myself nothing without Your grace, O Lord. I am blind without Your guiding light; destitute without Your providence. Nothing of me, belongs to me— nothing of my soul is attached to me but that which Thy command. Thy sea, so great. My sail, so small. O Lord.
It disenfranchise our agency, making us servants to hedonism; to any vice that makes us forget the abject degeneracy that we have personally engineered ourselves into— violence, sex, intoxication, gambling, sadism. We search for any course that will accommodate us.
Disingenuous heretics; men of faith when fates’ fatality faces us with its fierce fury. Helpless in that state, we become ardent believers of a force greater than our mechanical logocentrism and scientific logic.
When faced with this conundrum, we become even more deviant, cultivating affinity with strife and violence, becoming servants of our dangerous internal musings and dark whispers. We become lost within ourselves— the worst kind of loss.
We become trapped in our apalostacy— orphans of all doctrine; because we have tried time and time again to create one that fits into our biased narratives. Such as one that justifies greed as hardwork.
Tagging it archaic and conservative; we turn to the absurd proclamation of the new day order; an order founded on heresy and disorder— an order founded on injustice and moral bankruptcy, and an order deviced to ensure that we remain deviants.
Pretentious kin, in the beginning we avow to believe in fate, we enter a covenant that abides by its simple rules; do not hate, do not kill, do not be greedy, and do not be haughty. We endure this vow for as long as we can- then we desecrate the contract.
Chelsea have activated £35m release clause into Michael Olise’s contract — deal advancing to final stages 🚨🔵
Clause has always been there despite denials and all parties will be in touch to finalise the agreement.
Olise already said yes to Chelsea, time to fix details.