let us pluck the bloom that death forgot.
Ere the years stripe bare the garden
of its prophecy of a lucent dawn...
The wet pavement nurtures aborted hopes
on the crimson glow of the blue horizon .
come ,children of the lost homeland !
You spun around on your lawless ,faithless
wooden horses !
Honest ministers who have feasted on the golden calf !
Your creatures,obscene caricatures ,offered up
to the vomit pits of power ...
Let us sip the venal nectar of the last dinner.
Sweet plunge from the messianic bridge of the abysses.
Be shattered old table lies and gospel of disgrace !
In your name ,idolatrous indulgence ...
Faith ,you're nothing but this totalitarian deception.
Sacred alibi to plant an olive tree in the valley of tears...
Deutorenomy burned at the stack of the black moon.
You,who entered here ,clothed in your darkness.
Puppets in your journey to Utopia .
Devouts,who yet believe the promises
of the temple's counterfeiters ...
Brother,dance on the deck of the tottering arch ,
before sinking to the sound of a marital march .
The future has the intoxicating scent of the annihilation.
Sons of perversion ,burn the house down !
The day after doesn't wait for you !
Let's sow the seeds of chaos today .
Tomorrow ,the digital roses shall bloom
their neutronic petals...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
such wonderful vibes this piece gives off, much enjoyed
Plunge into deep chaos !
chaos is life
When you spoke of wooden horses I thought of a rocking horse but then came the Trojan horse and of course then the gold plated calf from a bible in gold leaf. Well I'll bet those digital flowers don't wilt. Good on my friend
Once these digital flowers implanted they might make us a little smarter...
They have a good chance because we couldn't be dumber
We must not doubt human capabilities in this area ...
Will we be able to preserve the living flower without letting it become yet another symbol in whose name the entire garden may one day be burned to the ground?
The great book of propheties of the dawn will tell us...
Good grief, Lorenz! Between the religious profiteers, political opportunists, and technological madness, humanity seems determined to engineer its own destruction. And we'll probably find a way to monetize the apocalypse before it arrives! LOL! Quite the indictment, my friend. Well done!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Kids of apocalypse fear the sweetess of peace !
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