And here we are, at the last step. It is no longer fear that keeps us down. We work so that we can own something. And you slowly climb a pre-determined hierarchy, kissing every possible ass in the way so that one day, maybe, you might be waving the notes to some poor fucks.
Today's feudal lords have learned their lessons. People can't live in absolute poverty as that would leave them with nothing to lose and would therefore rebel. Nowadays everyone owns enought to fear but not enough to demand.
When the economy shakes we hide under our beds. When our elected leaders point the sword to some fucked up country whose name we can barely spell, we voluntarly enlist in the armed forces.
Sometimes I wonder if I'll live to see a Mall on fire.
(this set of drawings was inspired by [link] 's deviation, Servitude [link] )
You know... this gave me an idea.
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I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil's work.
It really is amazing, I'd use the usual words but they'd miss my point.
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peace please
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Slaytanic Wehrmacht über alles!
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