« R e a l i t y , W a r p e d T h r o u g h O n e M i n d »| ( | Conspiration
Propaganda | ) |
| history repeats | — | | — | the wars unfold | | … as The War unfolds … |
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Why should characters
pay their Author
any mind
at all
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| — One Mind —
If the war never ends
And the deaths never cease
Who is affected or misses the peace ?
Our dried-out eye sockets
Stare sightless at voids
Too vast for notice —
Too ancient to fix
When we’re all swept away
And existence does end
What will really be the loss ?
Stumbling through corridors
Of pain and of truth
Who will survive to care ?
Confusion !—! ConfusIon !—!
The death of all reason
Sense sorrowfully slinks out of sight
The dawn of self-conscience
The twilight of ignorance
Down-trodden by Ignoble Night
The stench of concealment
Has well been concealed
And long been forgotten (ignored)
Yet it remains underthought
And sickens our soul —
— but we thoughtlessly shake off the feeling
Each alone in our failure to cope
The war never ends
The deaths never cease
I am affected,
But who am I to miss peace ?
The folly of Prometheus
At the root of all this pain
You see I’ve burnt my hands before
A self-made man is a joke,
A parasite on God’s thinning grace
Apathy is the only salvation :
At ease in the Garden of Indifference —
So show me brutal calm
And feed me wretched peace
The lies so much cleaner
Than what lies beneath …
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| « Part I
What all has Been |
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I’m making no judgments on what all has been
Instead I hereby protest :
This merely depicts the world that I’ve seen
And You have to judge all the rest
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| « Part II
the Passion & the Peace |
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The knowledge of the billions
Is sifting through my head :
The passions of the living
And the wisdom of the dead
Tensions from long dormant wars
Breed through our denial
Our lives improve each passing day —
We kill ourselves in style
We loot our Earth then fill our sky
With the poisons that we find
And praise a god who shouldn’t have
Much faith in Humankind
But men are more than animals!
So they say and I agree —
If what they mean is animals
Can’t destroy like you and me
We race ahead, blind and alone
Each covering his own tracks
Ensuring others cannot follow —
But now we can’t get back
Any chance of our redemption
Was long ago interred
Apologies won’t be enough
If they are finally heard
I suppose our lack of foresight
Could not have been foreseen
And no one thought to end it all
Before we learned to dream
We’ve raped the Truth but now it’s time
To say what must be said :
Lose the passions of the living
Feel the peace among the dead
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| « Part III
the Gracious Occupation |
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We’ve spent all these years
Looking down over you
We planned out your life
And you never knew
You think that you accomplished
This success all by yourself
We smile as you pile on your
Self-sufficient wealth
Threatened with a revolution
Tempted with a better life
Separating Church from State
Will end your endless strife
Don’t let yourself be tricked
By all the lies that will ensue ;
Their rule will send an incest-spawned
child home with you!
You filthy fucking hypocrItes !
You dare conduct my life ?
Your Church co-signs all of our laws
The cause of all my strife!
There is no public image
For there is no public mind :
You drain the brains and drop the dregs
Into formaldehyde
You stand there justifying
By perverting all you see
So I think that even Thought
Is not quite all it ought to be
Every day we hear the news
Of villains who’ve been shot —
Dirty sneaking pamphleteers
Deserving what they got
But these insular malcontents
Cause only inner pain
Looking back upon our Sodom
Void the cancer : take the blame
Breaking up the system
By disrupting lying peace
Casting uproar on the masses
Endless cycles never cease
This gracious occupation :
It will one day set you free
The lives of all your innocents
Our one-time meager fee
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| « Part IV
the Future & the Past |
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They ask what’s to come —
The same as what’s been!
We’ve advanced and advanced
To where we begin
We long for a change
While we cling to our ways —
This is no way to maneuver the maze!
We must painfully cut
Individual stays
And Creation was catharsis
But we were never told ;
The entirety of our new lives
A purging of the old
And we need no Clairvoyants
For us clearly to see
Precognition won’t help
Choose the world that will be
We need Doers not Seers —
The Thinkers be damned!
We’re relying on Fate here
To give us a hand
Our world is not clockwork
We do have a choice :
“ The cogs are revolting
From that ticking voice ”
— This covert Alethiocide —
/ As truth faced unwilling demise /
/ We slam-shutter-locked our own eyes /
/ All the Cataracts leading the Blind /
— Transmitting falsehoods
Unthinking synapses —
— Unearthing responses
Traumatic relapses —
— And we are all a loan —
Our world is not freeform
We have no real choice :
“ The cogs are still held
By that riveting voice ”
But we are consoled :
How can death be worse ?
But that’s just expected —
Our life is perverse
With these Icarian Aspirations
We burn up in pre-prime
Demanding our dramatic exits —
Exits find you in their time
| We’re evading the future as we repent the past | | Unstable equilibria— | —can never last |
The epoch came ; the epoch went —
And not one epic Man was sent
To rid the world of all its sin …
We retreat and retreat as we wait to begin
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| « Part V
the Dreams & the Dreamers |
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We can sit here and dream
Oh to dream, but to dream
Is really no help here at all
What happens to dreams
When the dreamers are gone ?
Where do they land and how far do they fall ?
I’m one of those dreamers —
Here’s one of those dreams
And this is one feeble attempt
To save just one dream
When the dreamer is gone
So the dream is not lost and undreamt
Can sentience truly
Rise up from the squalor,
This action potential of lies ?
The amplified ego
Converses with God
Overreaching the Station of Flies
And assuming its power
It reaches, assured —
Failing, and claiming it tries
Consider these words
As the dreams that they are
And their purpose shall have been fulfilled
For some dreams by chance
Can survive and inspire
Long after their dreamers are killed
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| « Part VI
the Grandeur of Sadness |
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None understand
This grandeur of sadness ;
The complexities of sorrow
And the wonderment of grief
Interwoven structures :
Guilty death upon regret
Pages and pages
Of flowchart emotions
Directing desires and needs
Wandering through mazes
Of state-machine minds
The elegance of terror
And depression by design
No other emotion
Has quite the same depth
As melancholy and looming despair
The environment perfectly links
Event to black event
Furthering the understanding
Replacing petty joys
With amazing works of dread
Uplifting memoirs
Inspirational thoughts —
They all pale in comparison
To a pageful of outpouring grief
My emotional state
Cannot be summed up —
A convoluted neural web
Of juxtaposed opinions
And inoculated crime
This grammar abused
To report all the levels
Of wretchedness present at birth
And every signal from my senses
Brings another welcomed tier
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| « Part VII
the Parasitic Love |
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What is love but a chance
For mutual exploitation —
— each gaining and gleaning
By lust for the flesh,
And for wealth,
And for worldly success,
Draining the lifeblood
Till used souls dribble down
Their fat chins
And looking back they see
Through their empty-shell eyes
Their hearts burst in the mouth
Of the beloved,
The hated,
The tapeworm —
But still, still the beloved
We’re clinging on tightly
To corpses we’ve drained,
Ignoring their maggots,
Forgetting our own
An orgy of necrophilic bloodlust,
Gagging on the intestines
Pulled from the needy flesh,
Breaking the ribs open,
And burrowing in face-first —
Drowning gladly in a sea
Of stolen sustenance
Can’t have too much of a bad thing,
Not stopping until we retch,
The inconvenient rejection
Leaving us hungrier than before —
Still, still the beloved ?
But living is not a zero-sum game,
When played correctly,
Both players may gain —
The problem is someone
Must cooperate first
Will you take that step,
Or will you make it worse ?
Where do we turn
When our friends are all dead —
Killed by our perpetual greed ?
For who else will matter
When all is said and done —
And gone ?
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| « Part VIII
Right into the War |
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They are not like us!
We need you to fight …
So I ran right into the War
And many were killed
But the Vision went on,
As I ran right into the War
We just cannot live
With their kind and their ways
And I rode right into the War …
So many were killed
Yet the Vision survived,
For I rode right into the War
We cannot let them
Get away with these lies!
And I drove right into the War
Unbelievable numbers
Of people were killed …
Still I drove right into the War
We hate them and want you
To tear them apart …
Then I flew right into the War
We slaughtered and butchered
And raped all their land,
And helped bring an end to that War
You see we can’t lose
With this marvelous weapon!
We dropped it right into the War …
Death clogged our cities
We’re blinded by Vision —
The Vision of winning all War
We shot our Earth through
With the unstable venom
We crawled right back into the War
All were set back
To another Dark Age …
We still need to continue the War
| So | we crawled right in … | | we crawled right into the War |
| But | we crawled, | | | we crawled … | | | — we — crawled. |
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| « Part IX
What is to Come |
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I make no predictions on what is to come
I won’t even hazard a guess
This merely depicts the world that I’ve seen —
Think for yourself and dream up the rest
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— Two Minds —
“ My mind is in anarchy :
With no guiding tyrants
The fear is let loose
As it floods through my brain ”
“ True thoughts and beliefs worm their way out,
Unable to be kept under the surface,
Unwilling to be diluted
Into half-truths and calming lies ”
“ The hearse of the mind trails along,
Collecting the corpses of failed schemes
But the limbic alleys
Are still littered with regrets ”
“ Life is nothing but a product of its medium
You cannot paint a cheerful picture
When the canvas is blemished
And your palette is death ”
“ Now thoroughly addicted to my insights,
I am unable to reverse them
And return to my previous state,
Unknowing and unworried by the future ”
“ Thinking is a curse,
No one can rupture your bliss for you
I can only show you the first step :
Now undrugged, you must think for yourself ”
“ Embrace these black thoughts,
Severing your wings and bonds
For admitted fear and hatred
Run rings round lying love ”
“ Look away from the shadows
Of truth on cave walls
See the cave as it is —
Then escape to your dawn ”
“ Abandon the rubble
Of what you have known ;
Extracting true self
From corrupting tradition ”
“ Then come along with me :
Please, I need someone to share the agony,
Someone else who can see the whole situation,
Even someone as helpless as I ”
“ You can still show me
The fine line between suicide and honesty
And how not to hold back in terror
When approaching from either side ”
“ And I can show you
How to feel along this web of lies
Finding the culprits
Caught in their own deceit ”
“ And one day you’ll see
Through twisted heartstrings of nausea
The only thing keeping us afloat on this network
Of mangled intentions and greed ”
“ And one day the student
May outshine the master
Putting all my hope into you,
I see you’ve burnt your hands before ”
“ This sentience is self-destroying,
An evolutionary dead-end,
A genetic cul-de-sac,
A mistake ”
“ But we are still programmed to survive
A single species to slowly kill itself off in living
The penultimate reset is long overdue :
The two of us must think for ourselves …
And for the rest of them as well ”
© 2009 Denizen Two
16th July 2006 — 11th January 2009 |