The Yoke of Our Oppression

Goliath is on the defensive. I have stepped out in faith, feet to the street, to follow in the wake of the Red Fist Revolution. They have a plan for our desolate land. A plan to prosper our people, and to break down divisions and every high thing that sets itself up against the knowledge of truth. Neither the Goliath OverClass, nor their World Economic System, can withstand these winds of change. The yoke of our oppression is slowly being lifted with every pound of our feet through the city streets. I’m falling in love again with a movement, but this time the engagement is different. Their purpose is the same, but their way of resistance is nonviolent, holistic, something as old as Christ and as new as the sunrise. We have come to set the captives free. 


-Trooper Chrysalis-

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Class WAR

It only takes a spark… The masses had become a powder-keg. Immigrants have been devalued to less than human field implements. The overwhelming number of poor are unable to realize their dreams of equality, security, and freedom. The shrinking middle class has been shackled with the impossible task of stabilizing our nations economic and social shortcomings. And the OverClass have long since fallen to the will of Goliath. Very few have escaped his control; and those who have are politically, economically, and socially marginalized. It’s no wonder that this second insurgency is rising--our very own intifada. I heard people yelling in the streets, “ALL ARE ONE BENEATH THE RISEN SON!” The Class-War has begun.

-Trooper Chrysalis-

Time of Change

Many of us have found a new hope. Our lives are being transformed by the revelation that no matter how oppressive Goliath has become, there is still something worth living for and something worth fighting for. But we will no longer wage war the way Goliath does. Our battle is not with flesh and blood but with any idea that sets itself against the knowledge of truth. The struggle against Goliath has physically changed. Our sense of self is returning as we are immersed in redeeming waters, no longer downing in them, but resurrected through them. Washed clean--a new creation. This could be the beginning. This could be our time of change.

-Trooper Chrysalis-