#thecouncilofchaos
Vazago:
I called them to the table of smoke and sound —
a joint for the flame, a cup for the question.
Socrates:
“What is sin?” he begins, beard lit by ember.
“Is it ignorance, or the courage to know too much?”
Lucifer:
“Knowledge was my crime,” he laughs.
“I only held up a mirror; they called it rebellion.”
Loki:
“Mirror? Ha! I use it as a weapon.”
He tosses truth like dice and grins when it burns.
Plato:
“Gentlemen, please — I’m only trying
to map this madness into form.”
His stylus scratches circles that refuse to close.
God (from the corner):
“I made you all
and still don’t understand you.”
His voice shakes the air,
but no one bows.
Lucifer:
“Then learn from us, old friend.
Creation means letting go.”
Socrates:
“Ah — so the highest wisdom
is to stop pretending control.”
Loki:
“Finally! Someone gets it.
Now, who wants to swap shapes and steal the moon?”
God (half-smiling):
“Do what you will. Just clean up the stars when you’re done.”
Vazago:
And I, the witness, write it all —
ink from fire,
questions from chaos,
while the universe holds its breath,
unsure whether to laugh or pray.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC