MISNOMER?
Marian Institute of Standardized Nuclear Ordnance and Mass Hysteria
Our Lady sends her regards!
Who’s finally going to extort these vultures to get rid of nuclear weapons?
Too little too late, from here on out!
Fear has settled into our hearts ever since Christ was a person, long before we could even define what that was.
Only after his hanging on the gallows did humanity figure divine immunity.
Save us! Savior of the world!
We’ll only be saved from hellfire eternal, but He will watch our bodies vaporized by the fingers of despots.
He can save us, but do we deserve it?
His creation kills Him; we kill ourselves.
Listen carefully! Here’s a thought!
Phase I
Slit the throats, the stems, the marionette threads that push buttons and pull faith.
Gather our cries and direct them into the minds through the wax-and-soot-clogged ear canals of delirious peace-hopefuls.
Phase II
Out of smog and fog, gather fear from the royals and sit on their thrones!
Disarm and dismantle the effigies.
Phase III
Recycle the unsacred metals and purify them for use in renewable energy. Rejoice, you consumptionists!
Phase IV
Integrate MISNOMER’s reserve of hollow nukes into the current armory of past hot-fingered entities.
Phase V
Voilà! Now these despots only have a single punch to throw! No more pulling! Can someone say world peace?
Phase VI–???
Wipe off the veneer of hopeful-ism and watch as the world erupts in even more conventional warfare!
Blame MISNOMER for leading humanity on, that our crippling instituted fear led the caged animal to cry and thrash about.
Revert to Phase Zero.
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