The Chains You Choose: A Wake-Up Call from Kelvyn Alp

I’m Kelvyn Alp, and I’m here to slam the truth in your face so hard it stings: you’re enslaved – not by shackles, but by your pathetic surrender to rules, order, and a system that feeds on your obedience. You’re not just in a prison – you’re the star of a horror show, invited to a theater where you think you’re the audience, only to realize you’re the victim in the script. You’re too busy clapping for the drama to notice the walls closing in. Your half-hearted whining about “tyranny” or “corruption” is a disgusting charade – empty, spineless words that change nothing. The agenda is rolling forward, and you’re distracted by shiny trinkets and petty fights, blind to the bars being welded around you.

The world you live in is a lie, orchestrated by puppet masters who’ve convinced you it’s reality. Everything – your heroes, your villains, your causes – is a scripted act. Secret societies, the ones pulling the strings from shadows, know this game inside out. They’ve deemed you unworthy, and frankly, in their eyes, you are. They’ve taught you to deny your senses, to swallow their lies because it’s easier. Conformity brings their pat on the head, a chance to feel “special” – but it comes at a price: your soul, your freedom, your very existence. You’re a pawn in their grotesque play, and you don’t even see the stage.

Look at the world they’ve built for you. The air you breathe is laced with toxins, the water you drink is poisoned, the food you eat is engineered to weaken you. Financial systems chain you to debt, medical systems drug you into submission, and religious controls bind your spirit to a false god that thrives on your suffering. This isn’t an accident – it’s deliberate. You’re a battery, powering a machine that feeds on your pain, your fear, your turmoil. And you let it happen, programmed from childhood to be a compliant drone. Schools aren’t about learning; they’re about control. Those exams you slaved over? They weren’t testing your intelligence – they were screening for obedience. They wanted to see who could regurgitate their lies in the “right” way, ensuring a lifetime of loyal minions. The rebels, the ones without degrees, are often the sharpest minds, but society scorns them because they dare think for themselves. You’ve been taught to worship credentials over wisdom, and you bought it.

You wouldn’t know a real hero if you tripped over one. From the cradle, they’ve molded you – through schools, media, institutions – into a weapon of their will, ready to attack anyone who steps out of line. You’re not free; you’re a tool, programmed to conform, to obey, to betray your own potential. You’re weak – not from lack of strength, but because you’ve been convinced you’re nothing. You let them erode your existence with every new law, every intrusion, every lie about your history, your timeline, your reality. It’s all fabricated to keep you docile. You’re distracted, divided, deceived – puppets jerking to their tune. The evidence? Nothing changes. The corrupt walk free. The powerful laugh at your misery, and you’re too captured to see it.

This world is a slaughterhouse, and you’re the livestock. You vote for the same parasites, or you don’t vote, handing victory to the leeches who rule you. They’ve convinced you, through their messengers, that they love you. Look at the irony: a world of poisoned air, water, land; a food chain laced with chemicals; controls that choke every aspect of your life. You’re a plaything to a system that sees you as a joke. Even the “tough guys” – the police, the military – are just pawns, sacrificed at the sharp end of a political will. This is your prison, and you love it. You fought for it. You refuse to change it because you’re scared, cowardly, pointing fingers, saying “someone should do something.” You are that someone, and you do nothing. You attack those who dare rattle the cage, blaming them for your own spinelessness.

You’re a biological computer, running their belief systems like software, playing a role scripted before you could even think. The secret societies know this – they’ve designed it. They’ve convinced you your senses are wrong, that their lies are truth, because it’s easier to comply than to fight. But I’m not here to teach you what you don’t know. I’m here to remind you what you’ve forgotten: yourself. You’ve surrendered your power to an entity that feasts on your despair. You’ve let their laws, their rules, reshape you into something less than human. But you can break free. Walk away from the churches, synagogues, mosques. Roll up your sleeves. Stop praying for solutions – create them. The lies, the controls, the poison – it all ends when you decide.

We, the resolute few, stand unwavering for you. I will hold the line against your enslavement, absorbing every attack and enduring every slander, because your freedom is worth it. Not one inch will I yield. The prison is real, but so is your power. Seize it—now.

About the author: Leader

Kelvyn Alp is the Leader of New Zealand Loyal.