“Sacred Fury”

Society had forgotten the unknown village with its growth and development as it evolved into the automated future, the bustling metropolis scurried about with its AI power structure, and augmented reality, with everyone connected to the matrix. As the matrix continued to develop, so did its corruption, indulgence, and aimless consumption fed by the need always for more of everything. But the matrix was doomed for destruction for there was never any real interest in the safety of the villagers, or their land, wanting only their land to further development, to build the towers, corporate suites, and estates to house their material possessions. Society had become a programed commodity for the corporate establishment, targeted marketing in an augmented world was their reality, AI and digital engagements had replaced human interaction, emotion, and meaningful gestures. Society had lost its identity, purpose, and direction, and were willing captives within the bearucratic hologram of illusion. The isolation of human social interaction had been accomplished by the dissemination of academia, targeting the mainstream with propaganda, agenda, and marketing, a segue into augmented reality, reprogrammed to function within it. In preparation for the nuclear horizon, and the beyond . . . A model of the future world was what had been created, and humans needed to be restructured for conformity . . . Humanity and empathy had been abandoned inside the towering corporate complex, what once was rich harvest land, rolling hills filled with vegetation, plant and animal life, had been buried under the concrete and steel landscapes of the metropolis.

All the while, the villagers had continued to harvest their sacred land, barter and trade for goods and services from within, and honored their old world customs and teachings. They were of sound faith, and goodwill, outsiders were known to be of the matrix, and dismissed the power of the sacred land as a muse, those that did come to query ~ bankers, brokers, and investors ~ all met untimely misfortunes, disease, and death. Their presence on the sacred land was felt as evil, their intentions harmful and without grace, disrupting the peace of the village, and the sacred fury that the villagers not only feared, but worshiped and served. The unwanted visitors had no goodwill within them, and only sought corporate gain by ousting the villagers from their land and homes, to expand the matrix.

The situation however had become unpredictable, fires were set to torment the village, their gardens and workshops destroyed, and their animals killed, the villagers knew that the time for deliverance would soon be upon them. It came to be that retribution would define the deed when the ravens began their migration to the lands, and the villagers would form along the hills outside the metropolis in primal ceremonial unity for what would be the great sacred fury. The villagers gathered with firehouse lanterns and torches, the beats of tribal cadence echoed through the lands while the ritual rhythms of their death’dance were cast in shadowed silhouette behind the radiance of their handheld flames. Final twilight would begin to loom over the metropolis as the sacred fury intensified, ignited, then erupted from above as the lands rumbled below, lightning pierced through the chaos as it struck the matrix towers setting them ablaze, buildings began to topple downward as the lands opened up to engulf the metropolis. Power lines exploded into billowing fires, while water ways spilled over and crashed through the streets. The mighty power from the sacred fury was throughout the metropolis, leaving no escape, death would come to all inside as it along with their matrix would be no more, falling downward into hell’s inferno amidst the chaos and tribal cadence . . . It was vengeance . . . It was deliverance . . . It was harmony together with silhouettes of the death’dancers still in motion to their ritual rhythms . . .

It was “Sacred Fury” . . .

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