An Antidote for the Glass Pill

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A legacy is reborn An invisible power sown Like Genghis Khan resurrected Thus, a great lava flow closes in Upon an island, melting Upon lessening lands, retreating… A perfect time for infection: euthanasia By their will spreads the first anomaly - now a disease Erasmus K. – help us – can we swallow the pill named Davamesque B2? The individual - suppressed Future intuition - to perish An army of automatons - to roam A living death = Total mechanisation By their will spreads the first anomaly - now a disease Erasmus K. – help us – can we swallow the pill named Davamesque B2? The million footed Leviathan named OneState I see armies spreading beyond vastest perception (A horizon outside comprehension… I cannot analyse the pain ripping through me as I watch it) So I bow to my own execution And present my neck to the blade which finishes me The individual expires So slowly So imperceptibly That the great mass feels no pain Listen… they’re approaching… (They’re coming for me now) Go…

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

The wheels are in motion The cart ploughs the soil like a giant lead monument Dragging the flesh across the soil With a rag round one’s neck The wheels are in motion The cart ploughs the soil, leading to the iron polygon When all is done… The door closes behind me And I am flung out into the desert Then, with a darting flow of pain I hurl until my guts are as dry as bones I stare into that scene of nothingness The fullness of anger paralyses me Then pain is felt all over with a tightening grip Voices repeat themselves like a never-ending punishment I will have my revenge…

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Seclusion and ignorance from the world of questions An architect’s last fragment of hope Through the spatial utility for constant vision Can the primordial laws be re-written? Mankind’s affinity with an ultimate desire Born dead before it breathes Without its umbilical cord Destiny… destiny… destiny… The Panopticon could spawn a new race Within the confines of a new construction With powerlessness perpetuated Fate without accident is impossible Destiny from knowledge is unattainable For each desire in the name progression… For each alteration… Yields another error for the greater equation Through the spatial utility for constant vision Can the primordial laws be re-written? Mankind’s affinity with an ultimate desire Born dead before it breathes Without its umbilical cord Human destiny…

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Through the eyes of insanity, you’ll see the world for what it is: A prison! An invisible net – a wolf’s trap set long ago Each actor alone Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force With every swing of the pendulum carries some fatal hour Each actor alone Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force Minutes lapse within a table of hours The powers of the insane and the wicked Can be directed against their fellow creatures or themselves The horror of this waiting points to the falling city… (Walls and towers saw through the emptiness) Cylindrical spirals of rays Mirror cyclic recursion I am locked in an upward gaze The vision rotates Inexorable...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

(A perfect eye that nothing escapes Towards which all gazes are turned) Here, the eye of providence Reigns like the holy trinity Here, the hidden eye of God Directs the lantern's rays Against my cell and mind Here, the empty triangle Calls to the human spectacle Here, the omnipotent gaze Commands unceasing fear Shaking and frail Weightless and floating Blood flowing inwards Away from the outside world My heart races faster The key turns no longer Voices call me away From the outside world

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

The purpose of existence Seems to have been reduced To the most distant vanishing point On an endless horizon At the mercy of your closest enemy: imagination. Question marks writhe like worms Striking the soul deeper Turning its edges into splinters I am the real one - I am not him – I am not We OneState will vanish I am the real one - I am not him – I am not We I think, therefore I am (The human in the menagerie diminishes like its former animals What then becomes of man through extraction and reduction? Mankind, the worst beast, has no place in the Phalanstère Live with your century but do not be its creature) This is the fever In the pons Varolii Exposed to three doses And you are cured

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

I cannot escape my shadow My double speaks in whispers (Tunnelling underneath me Beckoning me to follow) Behind the curtain – like the Pythagorean Order Speaks the master – decreed from above Cast upon sails hoisted Cast upon soldiers raised By the power that seizes the human By the power that breaks the soul… In… to… false hope I am frozen to silence by a policy of terror A tree’s roots bolted to concrete The ear of Dionysius… A principle is inverted My every word and thought is cast upon a map (A pliant voice is heard like a slashing whip) Lurking but shapeless, invisible but staring By the power that seizes the human By the power that breaks the soul… In… to… the broken sacrifice

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

The truth (the Panopticon) is a mirror of the universe Thus, we are prisoners at every scale, like recursion Our very own cipher To behold and cherish Till death do us part The truth (the Panopticon) is a mirror of the universe Thus, we are prisoners at every scale, like recursion Caught in an ineffable cosmos; a circle Where revolutions are infinite And utopia equals delusion by all laws I cannot explain our flaws within this geometric perfection My fate is to the inner punitive division… forever… Never again was I to blend into the precise mechanical rhythm Never to sail on the serene, mirror-like sea Within accelerating multiplication Within apparent infinity… (Where the structure of reality is the square root of minus 1) To burn! To burn!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

I am at the pinnacle of loathing I cannot contain my hate anymore We are trapped at the summit We cannot fly We can only fall

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025