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The Truth Of The Beast
09:47
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Truly there is no one reason
Our feeble mortal condition -
Miserable when considered closely -
Denies humanity any share of guilt,
Grants instinct immunity from judgement.
Sharing a capacity for creativity or destruction -
To plant a seed or salt the earth.
Neurological, psychological demons,
Shaped by external conditions.
“I discovered that all the unhappiness of men
Arises from one single fact -
that they cannot stay quietly in their own chamber”.
We could not stay quietly in our chambers,
Whether by nurture or our nature.
Countless individuals cast salt upon the soil
Seeking to negate innumerable seeds.
It is not simply the fear of death,
But the hideous truth of the beast.
Genomes not so distant to our progenitors
Reptilian ancestry compelling a dearth of empathy.
Charlatans, Parasites, provocateurs, gangsters,
Oligarchs, terrorists, kleptocrats, despots.
Those who would dare to grasp at salt
May tempt in us dire schadenfreude,
Oft exposed through religious fervor.
But choose not to placate with delusions -
Our instincts precede the understanding,
The truth of the beast.
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An Inescapable Verdict
11:22
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Narcissus, Son Of Cephissus & Liriope.
Whose pride & insouciance bore the ire of Adrestia.
Echo, whose mellifluous voice so revered by Venus,
Was cursed for her deceit of Hera.
Vainglorious and malicious.
Incapable of error, embellishing truth.
Convinced of their own innate charm and grace.
Exploring a gap beyond reality.
Haunting him as a shadow, feeding a hungering heart.
Distracted in the heat of the chase.
Coerced by the will of Adrestia -
veering off-path, led to water,
Oblivious to the presence of Echo.
Gazing at the surface, spied a callow visage
Seduced by his own reflection.
Adrift within delusion, addressing his very image
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Narcissus spoke to the cursed Echo.
No vision of growth or change
Purely seeking stimuli, a narcissistic supply.
Draining those weaker, impeding subordinates
A sadistic rationale dictating conduct.
Who Is Here?
Come!
Why shun me?
Let us embrace!
Away!
“I would rather to die than you have me.”
Aghast, reaching down to the water,
Facing the surface.
Echo witness to Narcissus’ peril
Hypnotised by his own countenance,
Destined to wither.
Heartbreak befell the rejected.
Grief afflicted & slaughtered the body,
Only voice remains.
The illusion of ardor now faded
In death her body disintegrated,
Leaving only a flower.
Zealots of the myth of becoming,
A credence of inherent worth.
Justifying inertia to prosper
Condemning by conscious quiescence.
Fervent pride exceeding all merit
Intolerant self-indulgence.
Entranced by our own ambition
Assuring the species’ extinction.
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Along pathways, by streams of humanity
Debris amassing in the flow,
Tangled roots immersed in earth & water
Limbs stretching, yearning towards the sky.
Light, obscured by cumuliform cloudscapes,
An axiom concealed within our genes.
A fox to spot the snares, with guile to evade plots unseen.
A lion to overwhelm the wolves, circling with mutinous intent.
Courage to bear the burden of command,
Devious pursuit of triumph,
Where allegiance is mere fiction.
Accusata, Scusata - the end justifies the means.
Fools invoke only reverence in others
A power that wanes with familiarity,
Fear dictating most of human interaction
Sustained by sincere will to punish
Clinging to power’s threshold
Orchestrated life of concealment.
An instinctual, ruthless timing
No promises truly kept.
Ungrateful fickle liars & deceivers,
Cursed by greed until the grave.
Hyper-normalisation
Epistemological conquest
Subtle, malignant corporatism
Society mutated for their purpose.
Memetic mass-manipulation
To muddy the dullest of waters.
Traumatised, isolated, automated,
Conditioned by propaganda.
In the realm of appearances
Belief usurps truth.
Existence is perpetual warfare
Each action, a spin of the wheel.
The mastery of fortune & virtue
With luck beyond jurisdiction,
Nurturing courage & prudence
Seeking chances to gamble.
Strength is found in vision & prospect
Ambition alone yields not glory,
Clasping at the horn of plenty
As Lions fall Wolves shall rise
To feast on the carcass.
Wresting the cornucopia,
As Lions fall Wolves shall rise.
A Dark Triad brands humanity,
Nourished & emboldened by sadism,
Since long before achieving consciousness.
Not so far removed from those
That roamed the Pleistocene,
Scant drive beyond survival
Or else to languish in malady.
The collective nadir of humanity -
Tyrants, warping the world at a whim,
A choir to the rhyme of history
Bitter psalms to a sordid species.
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