The First Sermon of the Torturer’s Shadow

Hear me, you blind!Hear me, you deaf of soul!Before the thrones of your pitiful gods were set in gold,there was the black age,an age of rot,an age of beasts born to suffer! Abominations, crawling in the bowels of the world!Mouths without mercy!Eyes that never closed!And over thema crown of knives!Yzotl! The Torturer! Every breath beneathContinue reading “The First Sermon of the Torturer’s Shadow”

The Want That Weeps

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”

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.”

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”

When the faithful stay behind; a dive into the ideology behind the secular rapture

This essay presents a thought experiment and is not intended to influence any political decisions. The concept of the rapture is traditionally rooted in religious eschatology, particularly in Christian theology, where believers are said to be taken up to heaven at the end of days. However, in a world increasingly shaped by secularism, technology, andContinue reading “When the faithful stay behind; a dive into the ideology behind the secular rapture”