The Contagion in Nine Steps

Kallipolis is born The ideal state envisioned A just city In the name of utopia Built in the image of man’s soul A mirror of the truth within With the structure and the form They are together woven from Here passion succumbs to corruption This beast of man is alive in dreams While the other half sleeps In dreams one sees Utopia’s freedoms (multiply) Until the soul wanes No longer capable All of us would wear the Ring of Gyges Too much freedom seems to change Into nothing but too much slavery The blinded citizens turn against the true philosophers All are corrupted by thoughts creeping through the air

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Through time the pendulum of truth lurches back and forth Dipoles vie for domination in the absolute Only can the truth be revealed through the unity of opposites Where time is the wisdom, the umpire and the justice Sublation is true for all time We follow the dialectic spiral We are blind to the insights of our enemies Every era tells of our foes Hindsight is our woe The state empowered the conflict of thought Where no other paradigm could exist Freewill was marvelled within opposites This is the illusion We approach the new consciousness The dipoles of existence Edge nearer one another The helical change is sterilized When there is no binary existence, there is no liberty There is a void Where no change can be seen or enacted Sublation is true for all time We follow the dialectic spiral

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Toils will be undone When the new urban masses Return to their origins Conversion must begin again When atavism is made flesh The will of the inner heart Is the secret lying suppressed An invisible power given An assured impunity With the liberty to follow The true will A crystalline trance A spell that disembodies Submission to a grip that binds Hypnosis Into the destructive automatic spirit born The will of the inner heart Is the secret lying suppressed The mass stands obedient Eyes burning with fire These killers know no pain Barbarism is alive…

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

A system of necro-evolution Gave rise to automatons With mutual self-interest They joined together by superordinacy The micromechanism With the instinct of attack They joined together by an inanimate centre to prevail A world with no leader A world with no orders The craft is no longer… A necrosphere of swarming mechanical devices All come to stop and stand Clouds await in a uniform mass A quivering shroud Stretches into the waning light of the sky It will swallow all A fading murmur Leaves behind amnesiacs They are, they hear, they see Nihility A world with no leader A world with no orders The craft is no longer Of the Lyran civilization Self-destruction is the only arrow The broken glass and the splinter A fatal incision To the Achilles’ heel of the swarm

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Imitation is the device By which turmoil multiples Imitation is the device Man is pulled along by wild horses Transformed into the beast Madness is transmitted Reality is stripped away Imitation is the device By which turmoil multiples Imitation is the device The sight of an enemy strengthens the unity The contagion is the flame That must lay claim to all Sudden and ubiquitous No one knows its source A flame is never sated It will swallow everything For it craves that all are the same There is never enough The flame must always surpass itself It joins together what were separate The isolated and diverse burn in matrimony Man is pulled along by wild horses Man cannot submit to life outside the binary existence They become so much the same (that) they disappear completely Few can resist its contagion The more life something has The less it can defend itself Itself… The more the… (Itself…) flame makes all …one

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

This is the departing And the time of remembrance I will not swallow the poison Nor pull the trigger To enact the single moment By which all is gone forever No one will remember a thing I see a creeping discolouration I see a poisoned meadow I see the wilt in the petal Horses leap in the mist Behind frothing shields Of an army moving in Vanquishing in giant leaps Gliding mercilessly with eagle's wings I see a poisoned meadow I see the wilt in the petal It is time for me to leave

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025