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
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Book II – The Labors and the Garden
The Making of the Seventy-Two And Yzotl, weary of ruin and ashes, sought to fashion a creation unstained by decay. He desired forms so flawless that none could deny his mastery, even should the world itself rot beneath his hand. Thus he wrought the Seventy-Two, shaping them from the marrow of mountains, polishing them withContinue reading “Book II – The Labors and the Garden”
Book I – The throne of blood
In the first days, when the sky wept ash and the mountains groaned beneath the weight of sorrow, Yzotl rose from the womb of shadow. His hands were forged of iron, his heart hardened into stone, and no warmth of love nor spark of pity dwelt within him. Where he walked, silence followed, for evenContinue reading “Book I – The throne of blood”
Beneath the first and formless sky,Where suns were not, nor stars to die,There lay the Mother, blessed Syl,Whose breath bore bloom on barren hill. Her heart was pure, her blood divine,The chosen womb of Life’s first sign;Yet bound she was by hands profane,Her skin the cover, her bones the chain. Upon her flesh, with GodbloodContinue 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”
Tread not the path where silence reigns,Where breath is stolen, marrow drains.Here lingers death in ancient shroud,The gift of Azapar, unbowed. Once flesh and blood, a man of will,He bartered soul for darker skill.From crypt and grave, his legions swarmed,Cold hands to serve, cold hearts to warm. Through Mother Terra’s heart he tore,Her fields toContinue reading
Before you brave the lands now cursed by ruin and time,Before sword leaves sheath and spells break silence,You must first hear the truth that turned a man into a godless shadow. He was once Azapar; High Arcanist of the Ivory Conclave.A man born of flame and vision,Whose heart pulsed not for conquest…But for her. ButContinue reading
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”
Softness For Sale
Violet ьlooms, soft morning Light. Over clover, pąws take flight. Twitċhing nose, alert and bright. Eyes skan shadows, wrong or right? Resting now, but not for long. Soмe still hum a wátcher’s song. A whįsper trades the meadow’s mist. Roots conceał what’s been дismissed. Ears peřk up, the silence shifts. Overhead, the circling drifts. NoneContinue reading “Softness For Sale”
Anxiety
I Know What’s Up ThereIt’s happening again.The pulse skips, then races.I’ve been here before. It’s just adrenaline.Episode onset, nothing unusual.Right, because the stars always shift when you get nervous.Give it time, you’ll forget this too. The sky looks wrong tonight.Not just the color, but the way it bends.Stars rearrange like they’re trying to hide something.There’sContinue reading “Anxiety”
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.”
Stones
Stones roll, silent at first, gaining sound only once momentum is no longer deniable. They do not fly by the will of the hand, but by the will of the unseen. Each one is flung with purpose, not in chaos but in choreographed fury. They strike with the weight of premeditated blame, carefully aimed byContinue reading “Stones”
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 Chariot
Sing, O Muse, of wisdom old,Of truths too harsh and tales untold.Where twilight stretched o’er field and pen,Two creatures sat, one wise, one when. Upon the hay, mid golden light,They watched the day give way to night.The lamb, so young, his heart unscarred,Spoke forth, his voice both bright and hard. “O wise one, tell, whatContinue reading “The Chariot”
War of Heart
Upon the field where morning dew once lay,Two kings stood fast to greet the break of day.One, cloaked in dirt with battle in his stride,The other, dressed in steel and royal pride. King Azapar, though worn by war’s cruel hand,Still led his few, a fractured, faithful band.No home remained, no refuge left to find,Yet inContinue reading “War of Heart”
The Curtain Falls
I walk within a world unknown yet mine,A place where truth and fantasy entwine.A thought, a spark, and suddenly it grows,A land where time dissolves, yet still it flows. The air is thick with whispers soft yet strong,A chorus built of stories, breath, and song.I feel them stir, their voices shape my fate,A tale untold,Continue reading “The Curtain Falls”
Gehenna
A shadow stirs where none should tread,A whisper crawls inside your head.No hands to strike, no beast to see,Yet terror grips, why should it be? No chains, no wounds, no threats appear,Yet still you wake in quiet fear.A thought alone, a flickering trace,And yet your heart begins to race. What shapes the dark behind yourContinue reading “Gehenna”
Dreams Unseen
A dream exists where none can prove it so,Yet in its grasp, we swear we truly know.A world unfolds, though built on fleeting air,Where time dissolves, and words are lost in glare. No law remains, no boundary holds its might,Yet still we walk through halls of sound and sight.We feel the pulse of things thatContinue reading “Dreams Unseen”
I lay my head in search of dreams,To find my soul by any means.The void does call from in my head,As I sleep softly in my bed.Thoughts that race, ideas we share,Reminds myself how much I care.I twirl myself on a stage so grand,Ne’er applause from figment hand.The show goes on for my own muse,ToContinue reading
The Jar: A System of Dreams and Nightmares
You must dream, this much is law.Dreams shape our lives, but mind the claw.The visions strut a world to own,Yet all you craft is what you’re shown. Dreams breed fear this much is fact.Quiet dread keeps the spine intact.You hush the ghosts, the thoughts they bring,Yet still they move, yet still they sing. And shouldContinue reading “The Jar: A System of Dreams and Nightmares”
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”
The Final Bell: A Eulogy for the Forgotten Proletariat
Sleep now, weary hands,for the world was never yours to hold.You gave it shape, you built its towers,but they only cast shadows over your days. They told you to work, to sweat, to break,to shoulder the weight of another man’s throne.To trade your spine for a paycheck too thinto cover a meal, let alone aContinue reading “The Final Bell: A Eulogy for the Forgotten Proletariat”
Echelon Exodus
No trumpets sound, no heavens break,no hand of God to pull the weight.No saints arise, no souls take flight,just silence swallowing the night. Not by grace, nor holy breath,but by machines defying death.A digital rapture, minds set free,ghosts of code in circuitry. Wires hum where spirits fade,bodies left, but thoughts remain.A world of echoes, lightContinue reading “Echelon Exodus”
The Gilded Cage
They say it’s real, they say it’s bright,a land of gold, a place of light.A kingdom high where angels sing,but tell me, what does heaven bring? Is it joy? Is it bliss?A perfect world where nothing’s missed?Or is it safety, soft and small,a gilded box, a padded wall? No hunger, pain, no tears to shed,noContinue reading “The Gilded Cage”
Picks off the prompt board: What advice would you give your teenage self?
What advice would you give to your teenage self? If I could give my teenage self one piece of advice, it would be this: read. Not just when it’s required, not just when it’s easy or entertaining, but with hunger, with purpose, with the understanding that every word has the power to shape the wayContinue reading “Picks off the prompt board: What advice would you give your teenage self?”
Unbound
They call it a gift, they call it a right,but freedom is shackled, kept out of sight.They twist the meaning, they shape the tale,preach from the pulpit, but justice is frail. They whisper of will, of power, of fate,but only for those who hold the estate.The young are molded, their fire confined,dreams are diluted, theirContinue reading “Unbound”
Coins
I seek the shimmer, the shining show,A glimmering gift, a golden glow.A trinket, token, temptress bright,That lures me lost in longing’s light. My fingers fumble, fevered, fast,To chase the charm that cannot last.Coins cascade, the cost ignored,For fleeting flames my fate adores. I crave the chance, the chasm’s call,The reckless rush, the risk, the fall.ToContinue reading “Coins”
Burdened
A scapegoat born, a name to curse,To bear the weight, to take the worst.A fool too meek to make a stand,Their tangled tongue, their trembling hands. A whispered plot, a cruel design,To shift the blame, to buy us time.We light the fire, we fan the flame,And carve their fate with scorn and shame. A fragileContinue reading “Burdened”
The Unbroken Thread: A Poetic History of the Slavic People
A thread unbroken, stained with red,Of thrones once risen, heroes dead.Where Dnieper winds through ancient land,A kingdom rose by fate’s command. Oleg the bold, with iron hand,Bent chaos to his fierce demand.From pagan dark, a banner high,A fire lit against the sky. Then Vladimir, through trials grim,Embraced the cross and knelt to Him.From Byzantium’s sacredContinue reading “The Unbroken Thread: A Poetic History of the Slavic People”
Humble
I am but a man, both meek and small,Chasing desires that rise then fall.I reach for wealth, for power, for fame,Yet know they fade, like a flickering flame. Misguided, I stumble, yet strive to learn,Lest wisdom be lost, lest virtue burn.For what I cherish in life so sweet,Will turn to dust at death’s cold feet.Continue reading “Humble”
Canaries
Blind little flock, wretched and meek,Singing sweet lies with obedient beaks.They feast on the dream of a picket-white life,Of union-bound labor, of husband and wife. No thought of the sky, no taste for the air,Content in their cages, too simple to care.They chirp to the miners who tunnel below,As Gaia weeps for the scars thatContinue reading “Canaries”
Industrialization
Once, the land stretched wild and free,where buffalo roamed in endless sea.Rivers ran clear, the sky stood wide,untouched by smoke, unsullied by pride.The earth had breath, the winds ran true,before the iron monsters grew. But progress bore a ruthless son,forged in fire, steel begun.A child of hunger, vast, obscene,industrial hands that stripped her clean.Where onceContinue reading “Industrialization”
The Jesters Plea
No soul so misunderstood as he,the painted fool, the jester free.Not born to rule, nor gold to claim,yet in his hands, the world’s own game. A flick of wrist, a tumbling jest,he turns a courtly sigh to zest.A fool in name, a sage in guise,he spins the truth in shrouded lies. By candle’s glow, byContinue reading “The Jesters Plea”
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”
A practice in meaning and restrictive writing: Rodents, Haiku
This is nothing more than a practice of combining symbology with restrictive formats. Trotting through the streets, Lord please help they’re in my walls Falling from rafters Beady little eyes Sickly, mangy, in my head Omen of disease They ate all the food So gone before we noticed Nothing can stop them They chew onContinue reading “A practice in meaning and restrictive writing: Rodents, Haiku”
ImpChimp Art 