Reasons why I have made your world better.

By the power vested in me I am the world, the eye on all. The brother bigger than the word. My reality unfolds across the planet and I blanket all with policy. To you our globe, I address. I declare democracies sword is held firmly within my grip and I am that figure at the helm of all the anchor-mens words that wake the sea as net is cast. I am made a fisher of minds. My loaves break and divide. My fish I portion and share among the diners at my feast. Be filled with my morsels of power and know that the horseman’s heels dig deep.

You can believe I’m the man for the job. Life expectancy continues to rise.

Women don’t die on the birth bed. Instead they die in sheltered housing with nothing to show for a life that won’t be thrown on a heap for the land fill.

The freedoms won illusive threads of burned braziers and chain posted protests. Pasts nostalgias long despised a modernity takes no prisoners and rewards no heroes in frocks and aprons. Matrons of virtueless girl children neglecting their men for victories in mental power struggles.

Tigress’s in the dress of a mans imagination taken through a prisms twist of light. For now no thought of right or wrong stands in the way of what they say of a burden carrier living longer to longer shove the carriage up the slope of social progression. She has won a victory in fight with shadow puppets. Men the mugged and women charged with mens abuses though excuses for the situation have no grounding.

Let me tell it to you straight. Child mortality continues to fall.

Babies are the wave of enslaved living drones, no clones work better than a mind on tether and the longer that the rhythm is a chart jamming hit the the beating is a treat for a pleasure seeking doll. Boy doll girl doll mixed body heads legs arms everywhere doll. Multiple agendas fuel a gender skewed kaleidoscope, surgery scared, sequin covered, glitter ball of photo filters pouted at from arms length. They snap and swipe for the liking and the sharing of no caring for the privacies that had been hard thought two or many world turmoil’s. A dream that dreamed an end to crude carved broken hearts for dreamer who await their chance to shine on platforms all across the web of woe filled pill assisted miseries. Thumb deformed, apes gift to us is lost to its animal thread that leads us home. Nature natural is selected away and now that we are all the same my work is nearly done.

There was nothing before my work. Fertility rates are falling.

Who wants to be responsible for mutating into caretakers of the feeble as the children are the system and the system owns them all. We the proud parents are the surrogates of state procured purchases. Commodities from cradle to the grave . None are saved and we feed then so freely with our women wombs and our women’s souls long stollen in a magazine and lost in a romance filled vacuums of pasteurised cream entered chocolates.

My results speak for themselves. GDP growth has accelerated in developed countries.

Well, a cheaper product is the cheaper for the purchase and the cheap we reap in plenty as influencers pose with their well placed intentions for

sipping like luke warm soup or a brew laced with LSD and a dose of giggle giggles, munchie munchies, yum yumies. They dribble as they come so warm. Blue video light steals your sleep. Outside there is a storm. There’s a fight for the worlds view can you see it? Me and you together, no stopping, full speed ahead. A plan in hand and we all have a master. It’s the wish where chasing after full pelt ahead with me at the helm. I am more, your are more, you want more. I provide the way and my countries say is the saying. First forward ,fast forward humanity 2.0. Leave your trust with those that know my tenure is secure. I hold that one key. Let Perceval seek it if he will, I hold the world in my hands “Ive got the whole world in my hands.”

I am that line in the sand. Global income inequality has gone down.

Standards have gone down yes true but the measure is a standard that we all see through. Is the filter only one remote button push away ? I’d say not if there’s a devil on your shoulder or a relative of direct descent. The lineage is blue but the blood runs red for the noon, for the worker and the parasitic shirker of the real as the sun. The out come of an empty high makes street foreclosure a boner for an office strapped gimp.

I will tell you again and again. More people are living in democracies.

Hip hip hooray all of us under the sway. Money needing, money pleasing feeding money to the honey. La La landed in accounts where the hidden hide doubts of society bread rolls filled with aches that stinks with a worth like gold, because somebody and some money said so. Could the money changers stand before the wrath of a lord as a table cast aside scatters coinage like corn? Watch the scrabbling scrabble with the word to explain where their souls have gone and where their minds remain. Are their hearts in the same dark place as a creature seeking cooler climatic conditions? Wisdom on hold as the sold tell the purchased that the choices are their own and the variation is testament to the lord benevolent on your knee you the subjugate with an opioid. Better you the medicines avoid. Seek the hag and crone in the wooded tree filled place where the seeing is bewilderment and lost is the found.

I’m ready to take them all on Believe me. Conflicts are on the decline.

Well who could win when you fight with yourself and you fight with a shadow of conspiracies eye and mind set says there is no fight and there is no day like there is no night. This worlds disturbances are heard in thoughts unheard. Altered states on corners trade for the tax to be evaded in a black economy where no lives matter that they calculate as an anomaly of organisation. We can tolerate its implications and allow its stink to grow. We know there is no worry when the favours that you curry are the deals that devils make in houses grand. Houses of cards on TV sets and digital jukebox sets of series of serious distractibility.

The conflict is the fight to stay in tune to the risen sun and morning setting moon. The tides and seasons swellings to the wildest call and under dog, the choicest loin and lowliest hog. A portion on a platter serve corrupted wasters who have given up the ghost. The fight is lost before begun, but I am here to steer the vessel into calmer waters from which plastic will be served and as we drink the last reserves of oils we cannot need. My executive decree declares that we cease and desist this pretend make believe reality. The most powerful is me and you will not deny the world is watching me and waiting on my proclamation. As the hours wane my lids fall full of heaviness and over thought that turns into oversight. I am un-slept and I call you to awaken. Cast your voice and breath.