A probated imagery at the heart of this self deceit, manufactured in order to serve and unite the few…
Myth and lore treated as truth, binds us to soil as if essential to our beings and well.
The conundrum of identity simplified to bloodlines, construed to serve unstated means…
We bind- ourselves to blood!
We forge - tales to truth!
Viewing the mirrored image through a lens perverted, implicitly oblivious to what’s seen…
A past familiarized through ideological structuring, a framework for a history reshaped:
For it is rotten and foul, not roots and not soil - but a falsehood to build ourselves upon!
We blind - ourselves with blood!
We forge - the lies we need!