Change Is In Front Of Us – Writing Upon The Wall

 
Everything now seems to be changing so quickly, life now seems to be taking on new meaning.

What people once took for granted, is slowly being chipped away; our lives of freedom and plenty, are being replaced by constriction and shortages, things are being cutback, excuses are being made; people will have to live with it, change the way they live.

The direction we are being forced in, is not of our making, we are being forced down a road, that no one has travelled before. Can we turn to our friends, our families, our neighbours, or have we been programmed to be alone?
Our very identities are now being questioned; our shapes, our sizes, our creeds, our colours, even how we were born is being challenged; male, female, gender identification, them, non-denomination, non-identity; people must now be referred to as non-descript, non-binary.

We are being pulled in all directions, and in doing so, we are being torn apart. Religion is being challenged, belief is being tested; what of these people who try to twist our minds? Who are they? What are they? Where are they? What are their agendas? What are their plans?
What are they working towards, and why?

If we have no identities, if we are seen as non-binaries, if we are not seen as a he and a she, a him and a her, will we no longer need to procreate, to grow our civilisation? Is this population shaping in the twisting of the mind?

Young children are being attacked, suggesting to them that they have the option to change; a she can be a he, and a he can be a she. Where a Mr becomes a Mrs, and a Mrs becomes a Mr; what becomes of the human race, if we are all twisted and mangled?
If they can separate us from our identities, they can destroy us from within; no wars would need to be fought, no bullets would need to be fired; they can reduce the world population, through people going mad.

Fertility rates are falling, sperm counts are dropping, less people are being born; and those that are, are being convinced to have no identity.
Is this the grand plan, the agenda to be achieved? Is the human race to be reduced to nothing more than a test tube existence? Will they grow us in labs? Will parents order their children like a pizza; this height, that weight, that colour hair, those colour eyes; what becomes of us?

What future do we have, if the agendas of mad men and women come to pass?
We are alone stood in a crowd, if we allow our bodies to be invaded.

If we allow them to inject into us our demise, who will we be, what will we be, where will we be?

What will be left of us?