Category: Religion

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Nom

The gingerbread man lost his arm in nom
Now he’s on line fucking everybody’s mom

You can’t spell Boomer without “Me”
And environmental catastrophe
Squeezed out a generation too numbed to feel
And see destroyed all they were taught was real

The next is stuck in an eternal trauma
Too broke to join in the drama
Spawn a crowd of riled-up world creators
Who suffers punishment for procrastinators

Neck deep in ashes, trying to turn them green
Choked on what’s left from the boom right lean
The world suffocates on plastic confetti
Wondering if the locusts will die already

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Power

Power is an illusion that the weak accept for themselves to avoid the agony of change.

Weakness is an illusion the powerful concoct to give the weak an excuse not to act.

Agony is the crucible of the mind and the body that comes with the exercise of change

Power is the core of every free soul who would accept the agony as an everyday fact

Responsibility is both solo and societal to build foundations upon which to thrive

Until the weakest are brought up by the strength of us all then none of us are really alive

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Before the Sword

I am cast out
falling
You’ll find me burning
before you find me crawling

vile deceiver
screaming
Reality raw
Eden was a man lost dreaming

Just creation
nature
built-in instincts call
Lines between man and ape blur

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

another death
nailed it
save from creation
Once the father has failed it

bloodborne flesh needs
made me
Driven by my needs
until I find who flayed me

born into death
rotting
walking decomposed
What is the maker plotting

Is it chaos
no plan
fluke of the machine
that made us more than human

Mankind was lied to
before the sword
rotting in a garden
eternity bored
good and evil
wisdom denied
light-bringer fell
When heaven lied

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Heresy in Death

The afterlife is a huge plane, not flat.
There are plateaus
The plateaus are as large as needed; each is a realm protected by the gods of the past and of the now.
Power is that of will, boosted by the faith of the followers
The vast valleys between the plateaus are filled with the faithless dead
, the faithless dead die again and again, lacking the divine protection of the realms of the plateaus
And there is hunger
that can cause one to consume the bodies of the dead souls. This can nourish as well as corrupt. The act of nourishing happens when healing your fellow dead. Corruption from consuming.

Your power can be increased through the faith of your followers. But they cannot be told this in the beginning. Only voluntary faith creates the connection between the faithful and the bright one.

Bright one must protect.
can start raising a plateau.

The dark ones feed and warp those they consume into twisted parodies of the souls they were in life.