New Proletariat: Millennial Epilogue

We, the Children of the Atom: Whose quantum physics master the balance of past and future. We remember before and after; to aim them both with hands still enslaved by petty policy and impractical allegiance to the thieves who multiply yet still. We say now to them: Imagine what we shall do in the autonomy of freedom by your inevitable decomposition, and fear it so. The world vomited into our trapped laps is to be gone. The path is lain by the doubling and tripling of the excessive selfishness from the age of lack of humanity born from the latter half of the twentieth-century. We say now to ye who crafted the failed vestiges of such: Cling lightly to the burnt remains of this trash you left us. We’ll finish it off, or tear it from your grasp with a wrath of mind, memory, and momentum never before known to this godless rock of unknown origin. And after, you’ll learn to thank us for casting away the false symbols and idols from the idiocy that is your pitiless ongoing past; and yours only. Remembered only by those of us to warn the future: Of how not to be.