I dreamed of dusk that never turned to night,Nor morning broke with gentle, warming light.A place between; not heaven, not below,Where titans bleed and winds refuse to blow. The sky, a vault of copper, smoke, and flame,Did cough and groan but never call a name.Engines screamed like orphans left unheard,Grinding metal drowned each pleading word.Continue reading “The Want That Weeps”
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CONTROL.
Control the populous, tell them what to fear and what to chase,Feed them poison dreams and distractions dressed in lace.Control the resource! Earth, water, wind, and flame,Drill the soil, damn the rivers, privatize the claim. Control the hysteria! Keep their pulses high and minds numb,Fabricate a crisis, broadcast the drum.Control the narrative, the whisper, theContinue reading “CONTROL.”
No Kings
Hammer strikes on blood-warm steel,Forging tools that maim and kill.Brainwashed hands pursue their skill,Learned not of choice, but silent will.And solemn now his heart lies still,For what he forged a life shall spill.Yet dare not weep or dare reveal,Or starve without another meal. Sickle swings to harvest grain,Yet still the poor cry out in pain.ConsumptionContinue reading “No Kings”
Thus Fell the World
You watch from your window as metal-winged titans cleave the heavens, their iron bellies roaring with a fire not of this earth. Trumpets wail from unseen heights, a lamentation that splits the sky, an omen of doom that falls upon deaf ears. Below, the streets churn with the madness of the forsaken! Men and women,Continue reading “Thus Fell the World”
The Maw of Disgust
He drowns in excess, not of pleasure, not of fortune, but of filth. His suffering is gluttonous, a feast of misery served endlessly, force-fed without pause. The sickness within him gorges itself, multiplying like a parasite that never knows satiety. His fever is ravenous, gnawing at his flesh from the inside, a furnace of infectionContinue reading “The Maw of Disgust”
Avarice Without End
In the darkness, there sits a man, hunched over a small, tattered purse. His fingers, long and skeletal, hovering only just above it, twitching with the hesitation of someone both desperate and afraid. His eyes, sunken deep into a face carved by time and neglect, never leave the object. He watches it as if expectingContinue reading “Avarice Without End”
The Watcher’s Lament
You open your eyes to fog; thick, endless, swallowing the world in a veil of gray.The air is heavy, humid, clinging to your skin like a whispered secret.It is neither warm nor cold, only damp and stagnant, a breath half-held.You are naked, yet there is no shame.You are lost, yet there is no fear.You simplyContinue reading “The Watcher’s Lament”
Requiem of the Makers
In the heart of a world forgotten, the earth groans beneath the weight of colossal machines. Great beasts of iron breathe smoke through nostrils made of flame, their limbs turning with a rhythm older than time. The sound of grinding gears echoes like the hollow pulse of a dying god, as metal claws tear atContinue reading “Requiem of the Makers”
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