I am the eye of history ,
observing the games of the power.
The fall and the metamorphosis.
The king lying at the foot of the throne.
You ,jester ,pick up that bloodstained crown
and place it on the demon's head !
I am the voice of the false prophets.
The belching of the well-fed ministers .
songs by the lecherous troubadours .
Priests and rabbis devoted to the serpent .
corrupt judges acting as a silent enforcers.
Executioner get rid the martyr's corpse
to the crowd to ease its fear !
Hatred sanctifies the body of original shame...
Sinner don't feel confined anymore by such
of broad consciousness ...
submit turn around and contemplate your destiny !
I am the iron wrapped in the silk of the shroud .
death knells ,heralding the end of time
and the birth in the stable !
dark radiance .Triumph of the sacred number ...
I am the reason that denies the light of day ,
letting shadows of the night invite lost spirits
to share in my whims ...
Hanged in a public square you have
no entry to paradise !
Only the face of oblivion ...
Offer the chalice of infamy to the woman
of ill repute dragged to the stake of redemption .
this goes the law of the avengers ,
clad in the angels remains !
I am the eye of the history ,
slaves chanting of my glory !
somber sheppard leading the herd
to the gay holocaust ...
no one knows my name .
All of whom ,countless fruits of the dark seed.
Calling me ,goddess,fate or a curse ,
I am the eye of the history ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Lorenz, I have little patience left for leaders who wrap cruelty in sacred language. This goes straight at that hypocrisy, and I am here for it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Jesters are history''s faithful servants !
so very well put my friend
"The Eye of History" is a higher and merciless force that exposes the illusion of human power and sanctity, transforming the history of civilization into an endless, dark ritual of downfall.
History is a mirror that has so intently gazed at humankind that it has come to reflect its own image...
I love the name I thought it was assumed from death itself but then he must be in the same family since all die. Well done Lorenz
an allegorical vision of the history seen as a vast sacrificial theater .
And what a theater it is my friend
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