Sacrifice

I am a sacrifice to your false god.

A sacrifice to your need to feel safe, to hide from nature, to hide from her reality. To hide from the necessary bounty of disease and death.

We are your children who pay the tribute – now it is paid from even the first day, first hour of life. In most cases the tribute is not wholesale, as that would not satisfy the rapaciousness of those that demand it. The tribute, instead, is paid every day of life – taken piecemeal after the light goes out of eyes.

Sacrifice is seen as a service to society. Like vaccination most of these sacrifices are built on lies. Despite the lies there is nevertheless a sort of respect for sacrifice.

But those of us who – without choice – die a piece at a time to serve the vaccination paradigm, to protect the biggest lie of all, are given nothing.

Image credit: Museums Victoria. The image is from World War I.