April 19, 2024

we have separated ourselves 

from ancient myths to summon

in our historic memories, the

only one given to us in perfect

manipulation, 

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we fear the knowing of our

history, inventing deities that

put man to the test

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the christian cross is the most

telling symbol of the mythological

passage into the abyss of death

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an acceptance of stories drawn

on cave walls, we now have moved

these into our very consciousness

so in betted that we feel the very

essence of our god present inside

us but now becoming an external

idol to worship in his silence to us

over centuries

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chaos is a natural external revelation

and chaos is absorbed in us with feeling

of despair for we seek a place of

worship, a structure of god that will 

not break apart so we pray to our lord,

our savior in this devolution, this

breaking apart our beliefs in knowing 

that god is not coming for us, he has

abandoned his myth, his stylish love

giving his appearance of just a man,

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it is us that have moved away from the

made up stories of this magnificent

savior that came to earth to take us 

to his paradise that not even him knows

its where abouts

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people hurry by ignoring the little nothings

of a truth born out of fear, of darkness, 

of animals hunting humans, our minds

light sensing something more important

that the easy deaths of our false beliefs

or ignorance becoming little bricks of

insight finally building a civilization of

greed to stop the expanse of human

ingenuity and as we built our towers of

babuls we moved away from gods power

to our own violent power but still kept

the bible and churches to placate the

human civilization so they wouldn't go

wild with no one of power looking down

on them from a throne now inhabited

by the elites of wealth, the new gods

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a tending to see in others a likeness

changing constantly as we struggle to

accept the dark void that surrounds 

this planet with little specks of light

off in the distance as we move through

pond scum, and an inner death awaits