5d
The Carnival
"The hardest task is questioning your soul and catching its weak, childish voice amidst the useless cries around it."
— Maurice Maeterlinck
The carnival roars and rages,
Drowning you in hollow plays.
All—performers, fools, and sages—
Lost in rotting night's malaise.
Once inside, your Heart falls silent,
Numbed by noise that clouds the mind.
Nowhere hides from this defilement—
It’s the world, both vast and blind.
Not by chance—the Grand Director
Framed it so: a world of fools,
Stuffed and laughing, blind to specters,
Trapped in Evil's noxious rules.
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DeluReality
"Reality is something no one truly knows."
— Nick Bostrom
Deception, dreams, delusions,
False hopes and hollow creeds—
A world of vile illusions,
Where only cruelty breeds.
What kind of "real" is this one?
Decay and dark control.
Infernal hands have risen—
Blind lies consume the soul.
The wise are few and fading,
Each day their kind grows thin.
While fools keep Evil aiding—
No fire can burn their sin.
A few still guard their ember,
Yet soulless shades enclose.
The brutes strike hard—remember,
And soon the world will close.
Beneath the war of fictions,
Where poison warps the mind—
Since childhood, one conviction:
Be cruel, or fall behind.
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Recipe for "Happiness"
"To be happy, one must have a strong stomach, a wicked heart, and no conscience at all."
— Denis Diderot, 18th century
A wicked heart will bring you strife,
It spoils appetite and peace.
So **** your conscience—end its life,
Then prey on herds with ease.
That’s the key to "joy"—no question,
And the ruling class’s art:
Drape their madness in a lesson,
Call it wisdom, play your part.
--- Total 3 poems. ---
"The hardest task is questioning your soul and catching its weak, childish voice amidst the useless cries around it."
— Maurice Maeterlinck
The carnival roars and rages,
Drowning you in hollow plays.
All—performers, fools, and sages—
Lost in rotting night's malaise.
Once inside, your Heart falls silent,
Numbed by noise that clouds the mind.
Nowhere hides from this defilement—
It’s the world, both vast and blind.
Not by chance—the Grand Director
Framed it so: a world of fools,
Stuffed and laughing, blind to specters,
Trapped in Evil's noxious rules.
---------------------
DeluReality
"Reality is something no one truly knows."
— Nick Bostrom
Deception, dreams, delusions,
False hopes and hollow creeds—
A world of vile illusions,
Where only cruelty breeds.
What kind of "real" is this one?
Decay and dark control.
Infernal hands have risen—
Blind lies consume the soul.
The wise are few and fading,
Each day their kind grows thin.
While fools keep Evil aiding—
No fire can burn their sin.
A few still guard their ember,
Yet soulless shades enclose.
The brutes strike hard—remember,
And soon the world will close.
Beneath the war of fictions,
Where poison warps the mind—
Since childhood, one conviction:
Be cruel, or fall behind.
---------------------
Recipe for "Happiness"
"To be happy, one must have a strong stomach, a wicked heart, and no conscience at all."
— Denis Diderot, 18th century
A wicked heart will bring you strife,
It spoils appetite and peace.
So **** your conscience—end its life,
Then prey on herds with ease.
That’s the key to "joy"—no question,
And the ruling class’s art:
Drape their madness in a lesson,
Call it wisdom, play your part.
--- Total 3 poems. ---
