The Distant cosmic dream,
Empowered by the plight of our race
Speeds towards us
Perhaps we are all insane and death liberates us from these fetters
Of this mortal realm
Underneath the shouts of the capitalist monsters and the growls of machinery, initiative crumbles…the voices of spirits reach us across the ages… shouting vociferously their disdain at what we have become
The faceless nightmare which was only a possibility top the ancients has manifested in all its medusa-esque beauty
Are you repelled by today’s comparison to the distorted beauty of the gorgon….
Don’t be
For now that our reality has manifested…we should learn to view beauty in the grotesque
The twisted ones are beautiful… and the beautiful ones are twisted to match the conception of society…whose jaws snap to devour every voice of dissent that arises out of its womb
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