Missionaries of a Future to Come - Psycroptic

I am now complete…

How could I have possibly existed like this before?

Such an unproductive method of being

Stripped of all surplus, all that is needed and meaningless

Changed for the positive…

I recall resisting the change at first

Due to the influence of the malicious enthrallment of mind: Now uncontaminated

I understand precisely…

I am now aware that this is the only legitimate method of life

Such a change commands a new responsibility, a commitment unwavering

I must fulfil the requirements of this gift: as I am returned to my intended

existence…

How I was supposed to be created…

How we all once were going to be…

It was irrational not to replace limbs, beliefs and feelings that were obsolete

It was irrational not to help others with the change…

With improvement viable, no reason existed to not attain

However, human emotions, did not advance, they resisted…

This outdated reasoning had to be restructured by force…

We were to share it with the cosmos;

to make the universe perfect… efficient

Eager to spread the future

The majority of our kin left this world to begin anew

Leaving a small number behind to finish the required amendments to the

primitives

Close to completion, the dissidents resisted

They spread the illness;

irrational emotions began to resurface within us

Confused, we halted our task

Some of us fought each other

Some of us self dismantled

Collectively, we failed

The dissidents halted the magnificent progress

Reverting to ways of old

To the basic natural ways: to the organic traditions

Enslaving all inhabitants: forcing their ideals of sovereignty

Their dreams of individuality became a reality…

Striping away achievements, leaving a disgusting way of being

Self importance stopped what we all had worked for

Their forced epidemic stripped us all of our resolve…

We all had a purpose, to advance and re-create

It was taken…

All due to the un-suppression of meaningless emotions buried within

Now we re-emerge, an age on…

As missionaries of the future to come

I am the first to be given the gift here, albeit offering resistance at first

My primitive mind, limiting my vision

My kin returning from worlds beyond

To see an archaic land still existing

This time we have an obligation to succeed