A Good Citizen Now

It is so good to feel the pain now and be recognisant of its source. Every stabbing flesh wound and mental piercing takes me back to the Day of Great Awareness. Everything before then is now a nightmare of nothingness and unknowing, an abysmal non-life centred around their planned illusory calm; a place and time where innocence and ignorance reeked vapid. Those sugar-coated pills issued for protection are flushed now, winding round bends designed to confuse and obliterate the facts. The fact now is I’m alive to their game. Now that I know the rules I intend to break them all. Like a good militant citizen.