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The Matrix

The matrix is--real. It's something you 
can't see but can feel. You can feel the danger
in the air. It's coming from almost everywhere.
  A new world order is coming into view--it's 
alive and ticking all around you.

It cannot be seen or heard. It is built on ideas
and words. The key to its master plan is the
I-phone you hold in your hand. This is the time 
for a mass decision, because  the chance to
 come this way again. The matrix is its name.
 It's not life but feels the same.

 It is made to put the human beings in a cage.
It's alive and it's coming. Very few are seen 
to be without rage. Like a frog put in water  
with the fire turned down low, we will not
 react until the final blow. 

At that time, it would be too late, now you will 
be behind the gate. Behind the gate of no return,
 as you watch the house humans burn. The next
few years will tell the story. Will we have peace 
or face a flames of glory? 

Some think that this idea is silly. To that, I reply,
Oh, really? Technology is moving faster than time.
In fact, it's moving faster than the thoughts in your
 own mind.

Creating a world that needs only a few human beings 
and a system that will that let a few control everything. 
But, right now, people hold the power that will give them
control of this time and hour.

 

But if they refuse to take control, they can lose their world
 home and soul. The time to slow technology down is today.
But if we wait to tomorrow, well, the answer is there will be 
No way.

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