Resurrection Rhapsody

A grain of wheat falls into the ground and perishes, yet it remains alive, it had to die to produce loads of grain.

Oh verily, verily, say unto you, the earth needs resurrection; and humanity needs another rising from its mechanized graves crowned with tombstones of ignorance, brutality, and sickness.

Cold bloody oppressors in Liberal garb tried their best to abort our working-class history in the aftermath of the Cold War (1917/2001), hearts amputated, souls corrupted, youth wasted, health poisoned, brains degraded, life prostituted, and fruits of labor detested in self-torturing bullock carts of insane, inhuman, and sick drudgery.

Alienated we are, bleeding from wars, genocides, and terrors which fettered dawn's light. Our freedom and rights have been debased by dwarfs of the corporate industry while widows of education have been mourning human rights and deceased history.

There is no title more expressive for this book than resurrection as it is a contemplation of human poultry farms and praise for universal regeneration of health, and a celebration of the immortal victory of the international working class over corrupt fascist and sinful pestilence.

Dettagli