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ADAMANTINE'S MANDATE
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2024-01-01
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before, in your grief, the heavens you beseech
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"direct my actions; the world I want's beyond reach"
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just remember all the men who ever deemed you "leech"
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between terror and wildfire's rage you oscillated
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unsure if in reach was your own liberation
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or if it was too much to hope for, craven
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call it patriarchal reversal, projection,
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but even bearing the blood of your mother's chaotic kin
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the world that you seek is one where you escape
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where theirs is one where they've made women their slaves
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your first reaction to this realization is to declare war:
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"I can't tolerate this lifelessness! I won't take it anymore!"
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but piles of generations stronger than you have tried that very same:
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but what if the men threw a war, and this time not a single gyne came?
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think about this year past, of all the blessings I bestowed
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when you stopped wasting all your energies on the fruitless hope
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that you could convince your parents through tears and self-abandonment
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to change and instead refocused on what you could do to circumvent
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you kept your promises to Luce: you got your high employment
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and now work from home in a self-sovereign apartment
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that you needed no help to acquire, no hand-holding, no debt
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so, considering this: instead of war, what if you made a world instead?
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like you wanted five years ago as you write this:
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a world free of coercion and sickness
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the likes of which can barely be imagined:
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as startling as you stand now compared to "just moved in"?
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you've got to remember: you've survived every "moid"
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who beseeched their god that you'd succumb to the void
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I'll be your shield: black, gold, adamantine
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if you'll still be my Anima Mundi
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***
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