The eternal return

Lorenz

'' Christianity  turned every value into  worthnessness ,

and every truth  into a lie ,and every integrity 

into baseness  of soul ."    ( Friedriech  Nietszche ) 

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Fool restricted in your  camisole  you see

 your madness  increasing .

You want to escape licit pleasures ,

the fragmented psyche of the social fabric, 

nauseating  flesh of false truths .

The prophet runs throught the streets ,screaming :

      '' God is dead !  God is dead ! ''

Everyone frightened in the face of the dement's imprecation 

deep within themselves feeling  the emptiness of the slave

who refuses to see his  chains fall  ! 

God is dead ,the empty throne  offers itself  

like a lascivious female to the tearful  genderless !

   And suddenly there is silence .

The crowd ,submissive flock , bends the knee ,

and worships the pavement  streaming

with sins and unconfessed  thoughts ...

The temples of power collapse ,

confused crooks run naked  and shameful,

their foreheads crowned with thorns of opprobrium ! 

Omnipotent of Jerusalem and Brussels,

decomposing and drops the comedy masks  ! 

The ancient deities come out of the vault ,

lighting the purifier pyres  of  souls  !

Twilight of  sewers idols swept  by a wind 

of demonetized  toilet paper ! 

    " The Dog  is dead ! ''

A rising sun ignites the throne ,

dispising the pity  of  weak  ! 

       "Ecce  homo ! ''

" Welcome to you  Overman !  '' 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 25th, 2023 06:34
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  • Ellen Marsell

    Une plongée très divertissante dans le monde des associations philosophiques et culturelles. Un excellent travail !

    • Lorenz

      Thanks from the Terminator and its all I have to say !

    • John Lee

      Until they searched to parade the dead dog's body just to find it unfound. The lies begin to cover the truth in it's grave but it won't stay dead. Only after the world has it's run into a dead end, it looks up. The cloud descending without rain but with the one who reigns.

    • John Lee

      Also.. very well written and awesome write!



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