societal – ImpChimp Art

Your hate is hollow, it breeds nothing, it festers and rots. It does not build, it does not heal, it does not matter. Love demands more than your narrow sight, it demands you bleed with the mother’s grief, choke with the addict’s hunger, hear the child’s muffled cries in a house that hates its ownContinue reading

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”

A Noble Shanty

Died for sins he never knew,Died when skies turned burning blue.Cracked the crown and dropped the glass,All the nobles fell like ash. Shadows danced from wall to wall,Waiting for the king to fall.Whispers told it long before,“Lock your gates, and bar the door.” Name in stone, but marked in red,Not by him, but by theContinue reading “A Noble Shanty”

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.”

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”

The Illusion of Utopia: How First World Struggles Reveal the Dangerous Flaws in Perfection

This article is a deliberate exploration of ideological concepts, intended solely to provoke thought and encourage critical reflection Throughout history, societies have sought to create utopias; perfect worlds where all people live in harmony, free from struggle. Yet, even in the most affluent societies, dissatisfaction persists. When all basic needs are met, new struggles emerge,Continue reading “The Illusion of Utopia: How First World Struggles Reveal the Dangerous Flaws in Perfection”

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”