Post by EmperorMyric on Dec 17, 2017 13:14:20 GMT
Tell me, you galactic “masters,” you god-emperors, you self-entitled leaders of men…
do these self-aggrandizing titles of yours, some random powers or piece of fancy technology make you feel….Justified?
You prop yourselves up, based on something as arbitrary as age, or some title that is meaningless in the Galactic stage…you refine the Universe to suit your image…you spread to a new area and multiply, wiping out all who stand against you…like a Virus…
And with that power, you run wild and destroy, stamping out any who may pause and reflect that the course you laid out for them may not be the best.... You fall back on legions of blind slaves, give them guns and order them to die for you…
you press a button and wipe a continent, a planet, a whole System out of existence……
oh, that must feel good.
Tell me, what gives you the right to decide Galactic events?
Didn’t your mothers ever teach you not to play with someone else’s things?
Here, this world, this world you would not have given a second glance were it not for a paltry bit of metal or gas, has suddenly become a ‘vital military asset”
Suddenly, it “belongs to you” and men will be sent to die for it. Because someone else is touching your things. And you are not happy about that.
Because some of your people threw off their shackles, the shackles they unwittingly took upon themselves at your behest, and said “NO MORE.”
Someone is disagreeing with you, and you are not happy about that.
Those people…people who have woken up…people who are not afraid of knowledge….
You fear them…
Oh, you may say they are not a concern…you may say that knowledge is free, that speech and ideals and cultures are unrestricted…..but when they pause…pause and reflect…
When your little worker ants decide to take up a different line of thought….
You try to stamp them out.
Well, you so called “powers” you Rulers, so wrapped up in your own sense of self-entitlement…
These people, whose eyes are open and accepting of the truth, are in fact mirror images of yourselves!
Peoples of the Galaxy, I am Zeon! hear my words!
The Anxiety within you shall finally have an outlet!
do these self-aggrandizing titles of yours, some random powers or piece of fancy technology make you feel….Justified?
You prop yourselves up, based on something as arbitrary as age, or some title that is meaningless in the Galactic stage…you refine the Universe to suit your image…you spread to a new area and multiply, wiping out all who stand against you…like a Virus…
And with that power, you run wild and destroy, stamping out any who may pause and reflect that the course you laid out for them may not be the best.... You fall back on legions of blind slaves, give them guns and order them to die for you…
you press a button and wipe a continent, a planet, a whole System out of existence……
oh, that must feel good.
Tell me, what gives you the right to decide Galactic events?
Didn’t your mothers ever teach you not to play with someone else’s things?
Here, this world, this world you would not have given a second glance were it not for a paltry bit of metal or gas, has suddenly become a ‘vital military asset”
Suddenly, it “belongs to you” and men will be sent to die for it. Because someone else is touching your things. And you are not happy about that.
Because some of your people threw off their shackles, the shackles they unwittingly took upon themselves at your behest, and said “NO MORE.”
Someone is disagreeing with you, and you are not happy about that.
Those people…people who have woken up…people who are not afraid of knowledge….
You fear them…
Oh, you may say they are not a concern…you may say that knowledge is free, that speech and ideals and cultures are unrestricted…..but when they pause…pause and reflect…
When your little worker ants decide to take up a different line of thought….
You try to stamp them out.
Well, you so called “powers” you Rulers, so wrapped up in your own sense of self-entitlement…
These people, whose eyes are open and accepting of the truth, are in fact mirror images of yourselves!
Peoples of the Galaxy, I am Zeon! hear my words!
The Anxiety within you shall finally have an outlet!