If the humble people living in Systos are unable to dramatically unite,

Creating visions of universalizing systems to ascribe onto their world,

With a utility focused on their humane desires of sharing and caring,

As well as their psyche’s need for communing with their sacred planet.

And if they do not empower forms of democratic governance in Cela,

That they build up from the labour of their community’s earthen roots,

Forcing on the system representatives that resonate with their interests,

Finding allies within Cela’s structures willing to disrupt it cruel functions.

Then the global monetarytheistic, militaristic, despotic, aristocratic, corporatist and oligarchic forces,

Will push their own champions on us to create a hard order, lording over our divisions until we collapse,

Essentializing us to bondage and wage-slavery to serve a machine of rolling number, not of living souls,

Using any technology they have on hand to do so, controlling their rigid power and inhumane narratives.

And within that we shall forget each other,

As this world phases into a wild windy rage,

And blows us into nothingness and sorrow.

So look your eyes upon heaven, but bow not before its bright lights,

For our shared salvation resides when we walk dirt into its clean halls,

And when we scream at invisible walls around its shiny golden streets.

So wake to rise ye wandering rings of Jericho’s lost swirl!

A march awaits this generations peoples,

Stomping all the might of a humane army,

Roaring the walls of greed to fall before us,

That we may enter this world’s Celestial Age,

And commune in high heaven and solid earth.