Faced the the call of his empty cup of dreams
The poet becomes a prophet ...
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The pyres of history
give off a greasy smell
of infamous fame
swept by a heavy wind
that not differenciate
between gender-based shame.
Dark mystery ...
The torchlight procession
makes us cry ,
highlighting the black sheep
hidden in the fruit ...
We dislike disorders
and troubled thoughts .
But we enjoy dancing around the bonfire !
The people are satisfied with simplicity ...
What could be more pleasant than setting down
and contemplating green pastures ?
Reassured about the purity of our roots .
Earth only doesn't lie !
Our supreme being always right !
Join the quadril young heroes and fertile girls !
Let us praise the athlets
crowned with immortal flowers !
Let us rejoice in the chorus of cohorts
who know only the fear of living too long...
The sons of Aries celebrate the black sun
emerging from the darkness !
Dusk ,you will be so beautiful
for the immolated lovers of their majesty death !
Great Moloch accepts the sacrifice
of our daily flesh ...
Let us not forgive offenders .
Beauty no longer adorns with humility ...
From the ruins springs the joy of iron souls !
Visceral theater of the slayed .
Weird theory of the strangled .
Your white clown grimaces makes
guilty miscarriage laugh !
Smoke the carrions of spring mass grave
the harvest will be fruitful...
December furnace worshipping grotesque deities.
Rising flames who will purify
the vile palaces of power and filthy pleasures !
Juicy daughters of Jehovah ,
delivered to the lust of court dogs and buffoons !
In the blaze will burn the epilogue of the novella.
Bedtime porn story for children who will
wake up in neverland ...
Philosophers you will find consecration
in the thoughless audience applauding your torment !
Prophet ,breaking this empty cup of dreams
as a nihilst poet ,unaffected by blows and spitting,
you will walk to the splendor of your inner pyre ...
( New gospel of revelation )
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 27th, 2026 11:12
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Good write Lorenz, a definite like
Thanks Norman ! Today had some inspiring spring-like mildness !
Was not Abraham to offer up his son Isaac on the alter, a burnt offering and who would pick those bones? A family picknick perchance? Greasy smoke indeed if in his laziness he had grown fat off too many video games. A prophetic poem that seems a revelation but may be a book of acts or even a genesis if not an exodus. Heaven help us.
Ha! Ha! I see Soren that you don't take my prophetic abilities seriousy !
The poet, stripped of illusions, becomes a prophet, and poetry - a revelation.
An excellent, deeply philosophical text!
What ajoyful sight to see the europarlement burning ! For once something is happening in Brussels beside rain...
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