"To life!
To life!," he screamed.

The corpses that lay around him shifted their sockets to gaze into his fire but did little else to pay him heed.

"For once in your existence stand and be heard this is your time this is your place!"
His voice boomed like thunder rolling off the mountains.

"We have layed in silence to long! We haved been stepped over and ignored but no more! Rise to your righful place let your message ring from the depths of your hearts!"
His words pounded into them like ocean waves pounded the broken sands on some polluted beach during Mother Nature's raging storm.

"We have been told what to do since birth! We have always been wrong! Just because we didn't want to buy what they told us to, didn't want to wear their clothes or drive their cars, didn't want to bang the same dumb cheerleader sluts!"

The bodies rolled to be closer to his light but still not dare to stand.

"Because money and status meant nothing to us we were despised! We were what we were and people couldn't accept that! Adults said look nice be respectable but they spoke without honor! Our peers mocked us because we had the courage to stand alone and refused to pay the extra fifty bucks for a shirt with a logo! Our parents told us we were wrong and denied our dreams because they didn't fit their standards because they didn't involve jobs, money and a cute little yard with a white picket fence where our two point five kids could play with their new puppy while you grilled with your colleages and sipped zimas."

The undead army that lay about his feet rose to a knee and listened to the first words ever really truly spoken to them.

"Now is the morning! Now is the new dawn where you are the sun! Their on the verge of destroying you along with them! Taking you to a cold end so they can fight their glamorous wars and hold their power! Rotting your world for their all holy dollar the only religion they truly follow! Stripping your honor for cheap overseas labor! Destoying your consence by forcing you to buy goods produced by a 9 year old starving foriegn child! A child in a country that didn't follow our believes so we forced it on them! Cultures once proud and full of honor at peace with themselves and at peace with their world before they new of money and property now stripped bare in a world that craps on them and gets mad if they dont smile! You can no longer just lay down and accept whats handed to you. Demand your piece! Take back your land and let no one own it. Take back you sky and water and let them poison themselves! Return honor to your old proud names!"

The clan stood proud with their heads raised high.

Late into the night malls burned and people cried.

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[This message has been edited by Soiled Soul (edited November 07, 2001).]

[This message has been edited by Soiled Soul (edited November 07, 2001).]