Working Class Automaton

We have nothing to sell but our skins. The once brave troopers of the resistance against Goliath are now being assimilated. The working class is the under-class. We are being fashioned into automatons, technocratic cogs in the machine that is Goliath. The idea that we are free, with lives and histories, is being wiped away. The vessel of society is being filled with the routines of a simulacra of life. Somehow it doesn’t seem real to me. I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not a slave in this mechanized trap. I am unique. I was created in the image of God. I have worth. I’m not just a robot, a working-class automaton. We need to replace this vessel with something radically different. We need a fresh new start… a brand new day.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Paralyzed

Fear! Fear is at the root of the vast majority of mankind’s scruples. The fear of losing our jobs, losing our homes, losing our friends, and losing our status in society. The fear of foreign powers, foreign people, terrorists, and the like. The fear of the unknown, and most of all the fear of pain and death. Fear tears movements apart, and stops people from questioning. Fear can also be used as a tool for controlling others. The decisions we make in fear are the ones most costly to others and ourselves. Friends are lost because of decisions made in fear. People die because of decisions made in fear. And power is held when we fear those who have the ability to use both force and fear against us. Fear is the great paralyzer. Our struggle against Goliath has been lost because of fear.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Back Stabbers

Goliath is brilliant! He has managed to create competition in our ranks. Even though we fight against him, it’s his fields we labor in, and his factories in which we work. Jobs are scarce, and we compete for survival. The struggle against Goliath is turning inwards towards our neighbors, and they become the enemy. The back-stabbers, the traitors, have weakened our true fight. Sister selling out sister. Brother selling out brother. All for security, stability, money, and a false perception of control. I don’t want to compete against my comrades, but as I turn the other cheek I have to pull this knife out from my back. Our house is divided, and our ranks are broken.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Drowning Again

It’s easy to get lost. The stress and pressure of engagements, the sleepless nights, the questions of whether this war should even be fought. The sites, the noise, the fears, all wash over me. I feel the fall begin. My footing gets unsteady, and I slip beneath the waves. I need someone to save me. But if someone comes, how will I be able to keep from dragging them down with me? We will drown together. The insurgency is taking its toll. 

-Trooper Chrysalis-

I Can't Stop

There is something seductive about the struggle. Maybe it’s the adrenaline and excitement of the battle, or maybe it’s just something inherent in the nature of mankind. I know I shouldn’t long for violence, to pull the proverbial trigger against my enemy--against Goliath. But the truth is, I do long for it. My grip on right and wrong, on compassion and justice, is slipping, and I don’t know what will happen to me when this is all over. I know it sounds stupid, but I can’t stop wanting… wanting Goliath to fall...wanting the battle. I think I’m slipping.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

The Obsession

I’m not going to lie and say I’m not obsessed. I love it! Our struggle against Goliath has become all encompassing. The Single Integrated Optional Plan, his arsenal of destruction and fear, is overwhelming. It’s no wonder so many nations covet this kind of power. Granted, these types of weapons don’t hinder our advances against the OverClass, but they do kowtow other countries that would have any type of independent stand against Goliath. The battle for hearts and minds has pushed me to the edge. This is, I suppose, a confession of sorts. I hate this obsession!

-Trooper Chrysalis-

The War Has Come Home

The war has come home. We thought that we held them at bay for a long time, but they were already here. The battle lines weren’t as clear as they are now, and presently you can see them as clear as day. On the hills and in the valleys, through the deserts and the plains our enemy has marched and claimed the land. With no regard for human life, except in which way it can be exploited, they make their alter to mammon. They put their own gains ahead of us all, and have become our OverClass. It is the OverClass who really make the decisions behind our politicians. I’m not saying anything you don’t already know, but I just feel like it needs to be said. There are those of us who resist. We are the Davids of the world, and they (as you will also know) are called Goliath. They’ve got everything they need to wage a silent and invisible war against us, and we, like David, have only stones in hand. But we’ll fight.

-Trooper Chrysalis-