Dead structures that still dictate the rules. Residual power. Unseen influence. The system behind the system.
Let’s begin here:
There was a time when we looked at the blood on the ground and said, something did this. Not someone. Something. A beast. A curse. A creature that slipped through the cracks of the world and feasted on the innocent. We made up stories because the truth was too unbearable:
You were losing your faith.
Not in a dramatic, defiant way—
but slowly, question by question.
You studied harder than anyone told you to.
You read beyond the 20 safe scriptures.
And the more you read, the more questions you had.
I don’t know if this was ever worth doing.
Not just the site.
The whole trying thing.
You may not see it yet.
Not on your street. Not in your circle.
But it’s coming.
And when it comes, it won’t start with boot prints on your lawn.
It’ll start with someone you don’t really like.
Someone “lazy,” “weird,” or just on the wrong side of things.
I’ve watched every movement eat itself.
Churches. Collectives. Faculty groups. Mutual aid pods. Political orgs.
The names and slogans change. The endings don't.
They start with hunger for truth.
They end in bloodless ritual.
We didn’t vote for billionaires to leave the planet.
We just bought batteries.
And cheap shoes.
And plastic bullshit made by kids who’ll never drink clean water again.
And that was enough.