Longing for the Silver Age

"The world is full of people, yet so few are truly men."
— Diogenes Laërtius, 3rd century BC.


A flaw is clear—no need to wonder,
The mob’s "mind" crumbles day by day.
They drown in ignorance and blunder,
As slaves, they crawl and waste away.

So low they fall—can we still name them
As human, thinking, standing tall?
No, let the past shine bright to tame them—
The Silver Age... To this, let fall!



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Heart, Stomach, Soul, and Mind

The heart pumps blood—its duty given,
To feed the gut—it's supper time.
Day after day, the same dominion,
The fool forgets all thought of conscience,
Drowns in the feast, numbed by the grime.

Then stumbles on—a life so hollow,
The fading soul, a lost regret.
To eat, to sleep, then dust to follow—
A walking corpse that lingers yet.



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Hell on Earth

The herd is worse than beasts of fable,
More than monsters dulls their sight.
Hell's dark gate swings wide and able—
Opened simply. That's the plight.

Few would dare to glimpse its warning,
Thus, the world is doomed to drown.
Mindless masses keep descending,
Hitting depths—yet sinking down.

Past the bottom, cracks are showing,
Doom is near—a closing trick.
Yet the surface—smooth, unknowing,
Lies have made the crowd go sick.



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The Blaze of Knowledge in Earthly Hell

A fruitless task—each hour trying
To grasp Hell’s depths, to make it plain,
To shape its horror into sayings.
And through verse? Still more confining.
Few can bear the blaze defining—
Lose its fire, and you're restrained,
Drowned in Lies, forever chained.

A fruitless task—if judged by vision,
Truth is granted through decision,
Only honest hearts may find it.
Fools get lies, a wage—then grind it.



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"The most dangerous delusions are those that hold a grain of truth."
— Adam Smith, 18th century.

The world is trapped in blind conviction,
Truth within—a broken part.
Scoundrels shape the same affliction,
Deal their lies with crooked art.

Half-truths twisted, rearranging
With the shifting tides of time.
Swindlers, scheming and deranging,
Feed the masses fraud like crime.

Gullibility and blindness,
Failing facts to comprehend.
Thus begins the rot of mindness,
Thus it spreads—it will not end.

Year by year, the flood grows bolder,
Venom flows in every word.
Lies grow sharper, sly, and colder—
Faith in falsehood stands assured.

CowID showed the depths we've taken—
Now they build a Cyber Cage.
Reason’s breath will be forsaken,
Crushed beneath the War of Fake.

They serve up villains’ twisted minds
As if they’re something deep and grand.
Perverted plots of every kind —
A sick agenda, finely planned.

They drill their "norms" in foolish heads,
Make filth a lesson, teach the youth.
The chasm grows, it gapes and spreads —
Damnation swallows all, in truth...

A mutant mind, so crude,
Now a doctor? Just a shrewd
Merchant peddling toxic lies,
Selling sickness in disguise.

CowID flashed before our eyes,
Just like "AIDS"—same old disguise.
Lower than the lowest tier,
Fools and traitors thrive down here.

Drugs prescribed with soulless greed,
Bringing home their thirty’s fee.
Strengthening the web of lies,
Spreading madness far and wide.

Darkness rules this hollow sphere,
Only villains prosper here.
Shadows feast, and reason fades,
Dying faith, a world decayed.

Doom is near—no second chance.
Fascist reign will end at last.
With their spawn, they’ll burn and fall.
Nothing’s left to save at all.

"A miracle does not contradict the laws of nature, only our perception of them."
— Augustine of Hippo

Truth is hidden, left unspoken—
Levitation proves it well.
Science bends, its laws are broken,
Claiming all is dull and stale.

Aging minds embrace new fiction,
Priests of lies preach old deceit.
Fools fall deep in blind conviction,
Ignorance is their defeat.

Worse than cults, these false equations,
Leading sheep into their snare.
Mindless herds seek new salvation,
Trapped within a cunning lair.

Dark extraction, silent plunder—
That’s the creatures’ only goal.
If you trust their tales, you’ll wonder
How you lost your very soul.

Only thought, so sharp and fearless,
Stands against their hollow creed.
All the rest are numbers—nameless,
Worshiping their lifeless fiend.

This vile beast, unseen but reigning,
Rules through proxies, veiled in dust.
Puppets kneel, obey, and wade in
Filth and ashes, rot and rust.

"To understand the essence of ordinary things, one needs a truly extraordinary mind."
— Alfred Whitehead

Mediocrity is reigning,
Blind obedience in control.
Darkness spreads—no hope remaining,
Fascism devours the soul.

Let this darkness, grim and hollow,
Be a lesson kept in mind.
Rise beyond the lies and follow
Truth—leave ignorance behind.

A *** of filth, the glaze on top,
With "a thoughtful world" inscribed to stop.
But foolishness, still, by glaze was swayed,
What to do with such shallow charade?