Ecclesia - Brynner, Angel

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Résumé :
Within your children lay my judgment against you. Even in Hell there can be pockets of respite. Asylums crammed full ofAWOLs [Adaptives, AWares, Latents], POWs & Moles struggling with the reality that things that happened to them can also end through them too. The new, numbed out normal exists in no light. But what if who you truly are is all the illumination you'll ever need? You may be broken. And buried underground. But you are also set loose via a dawning truth: You are SEEDS. ...and no matter how low they try to take you only you have final say in how you will bloom. But how do you fight what is for the right to decide what you want to be? Eradicate the virus via the doors it first came through. Use the complicit nature of the machine to bring it to its knees. The score is not settled until the walls fall, setting the captives free... And walls won't come down until the hands go up. . Grievechronic celebration? Or Global inoculation? You be the judge....

Sommaire:
Within your children lay my judgment against you. Even in Hell there can be pockets of respite. Asylums crammed full ofAWOLs [Adaptives, AWares, Latents], POWs & Moles struggling with the reality that things that happened to them can also end through them too. The new, numbed out normal exists in no light. But what if who you truly are is all the illumination you'll ever need? You may be broken. And buried underground. But you are also set loose via a dawning truth: You are SEEDS. ...and no matter how low they try to take you only you have final say in how you will bloom. But how do you fight what is for the right to decide what you want to be? Eradicate the virus via the doors it first came through. Use the complicit nature of the machine to bring it to its knees. The score is not settled until the walls fall, setting the captives free... And walls won't come down until the hands go up. . Grievechronic celebration? Or Global inoculation? You be the judge....