Indoctrination-intoxication
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I, the great and oh so divine Sir Lordaeus Micolus II, have received the great honor, by our Holy Father, to announce our first ever decree as a new and enlightened land. Ah yes, a new land indeed, and what a land too! Our plains, tormented by draught and exploitation, flourish under the new heavenly light. Our rivers, which stood still stained by the blood of generations, now run freely across our green lands, and down the infant’s cheek. The sky! Oh the sky! The greatest and most prominent blessing of all. The smog black legions of toxicity and despair roamed the heavens for too long. And for too long did their fury rain over the us, but now. Now we have prevailed!
(Cheering)
And now, to the very first decree of the New Micolan Empire:
“We are all as one under the grand banner of our Holy Father
We know this, for we are all descendants of The Great Micolaea
And we all acknowledge Her power
Every thought, we may think
Every move, we may make
Every word, we may speak
Are all to be in the service of The Greater Good
Any one man, who may differ or show neglect
Must be confronted and converted
And should all else fail
Do not hesitate to dispose of them
In the Name of our Holy Father
Micolus”
(Audience once again cheers, almost hysterically)
Yes! Yes! Our dreams have come through, fellow men and women of the revolution; our dream has finally come through!
It would not be long ‘fore the dreams of the once so proud revolution would be shattered, and all that would remain would be shards of the old kingdom, the TRUE kingdom of Micolus I. but alas the “Great Enterprise” failed, and the old kingdom could’ve existed no more.
But we are yet in the early stages of the revolution, let’s enjoy it while it’s still here.
“Ignorance is bliss”, wasn’t it so? I seem to recall a world where all else was forgotten; all our childhood dreams; all our great projects. And all this really is, is forcing the clock forward, while creating a pleasant memory for oneself. Memories, that’s all we have left of our visions and of our unyielding convictions. And memories tend to vanish… forever
