Souls of the velvet night .
faces woven in breathless empire of evil
crowned in ruins ...
The lewd civic corpus leaves me orphan
with my forbidden sulfides .
Tribe that demands my silent submission
to the transgressive pleasure under
the compassionate gaze of this evangelical
serial killer ...
Sapiens -established ritual .
Demens - senseless order .
Happiness in the morbid realm of guilt .
Pathetic bliss of pantheistic nothingness .
Grant me,daughter of the seraph ,
this toy -unbearable source of all delights...
that my ''I '' denies your ''We '' !
solitary comet drifting in asphalt liturgy...
I bow my head, repentant ,before the great
court of madness .
It is my sin and chalice of ash ...
My fellow human I am not your heir .
Be defiant toward one another !
Refuse the alliance this deceptive mirror-mask ,
filled with reason and devoid of substance...
Echoes of a grotesque last supper
where no bread is broken ...
Capricious deities pen the tale ,
marking the blameless and the damned...
Devil is the other -let's get ride the scapegod
who embodies it !
The exterminating angels keep a spoteless conscience !
drunken warriors raising their blood skulls goblets
in honor of this social beast that stirs at the heart of our
nocturnal savagery !
The hour of the holy butchery has come .
I long to dissolve in the warmth of this fertile womb...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A most passionate write. much enjoyed
Evil always seduces the mind...
Indeed it does
This poem feels like a dark philosophical mystery. I like it!
a kind of gothic tragicomedy !
Sounds like AI has escaped and is on the loose. A surrealistic read of a rampage gone berserk. Well done Lorenz
That's the question...Is good nothing more than a necessary evil ?
I would say from one point of view yes, Judas was a hero.
Whew, Lorenz. This went somewhere genuinely disturbing, especially once the religious imagery started colliding with all that brutality. Quite a ride. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The real danger lies not in cruelty itself but in man's ability to reconcile that cruelty with his own conscience .
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