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“When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.”

― Cormac McCarthy

A nation, a country, a society, all fall regardless of how prosperous they once were. It now falls, not by just an external enemy, but also by its own hand. Athens was conquered, Romes’s fall was glorious, with many imagining Nero playing the fiddle whilst it burned. Each rot is different in name, but same in content, it is rot, nonetheless. Bureaucratic necromancy animating the body of a nation through rigor mortis. In modern times we offer our necks willingly, some may even wonder if it’s wrong to flinch. Rewards are showered not on the poet, the work-hardened hands, the true artists, musicians, or the soldiers. Those who count their riches are the fraudsters, scammers, professional victims of nothing other than their own mind. I pointed at them, I shouted “You are insane!”, they shouted back “No, you are insane!” Dammit, I was outvoted. It says on this form you cannot tie your own shoelaces? Here is your reward, I shall place it next to your new gaming console underneath your 70-inch television. You have mastered a discipline? You have created something few could? Do not be a dreamer, aim for something achievable, after tax you and the form filler are on equal wage, if you are lucky. How can one be mad, the nation is rotting, why not take advantage of the new zombie of aristocracy?

In the Babylon that falls, your strength is a crime, your merits are oppression, your ancestry is your curse, your awareness is treated as hate. The highest virtue is no longer progression, it is to be helpless, do not need, demand! The new thing is better, it is better because its new, have you not heard? What do you see? Over there, past all the rot and internal decay, those suits, they are all on different sides of the wall, yet they are all above us. They take the children, or so some would whisper. Yet, it is wrong to imply anything by that, it is dismissed as a conspiracy by the mad. Ignore the islands, ignore the patterns, ignore the newly protected statues and the men who built them. Do not be mad.

Have you self-flagellated today? It is a sin to be the by-product of what was once defined as great you know? Have you consumed a side today? Do you feel good in your ivory tower of moral trends? Or are you angry at the ones letting their false virtuous hair down so anybody can climb over the walls? You must be one, which one it does not really matter as it always ends the same, just pick a side. It must feel good to be in the Babylon that rises, it must feel awful to be in the one that falls. Weep for strangers and hate your neighbours, unless they are flying the new flag. A controlled demolition to those inside of it is indistinguishable from something else, it’s all just flying rubble and fire. Maybe, those who once made something great have become weak, it does not matter how or why, they are now weak. Weakness creates hard times, so the rot is deserved, one must have the strength of will to survive. So, Babylon falls, good or bad, it does the same with indifference. You owe no allegiance to this corpse, you will remain once there is nothing but ash, it has fallen, and it will rise again.