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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the ghost of science, born of blasphemy ~ a fossilized fallacy, seized from the metallic heart of Mars, seeks light amidst night-terrors like an alien sculpted from artificial accolades, an embryo stuck in the interstellar state of becoming, stitched within radioactive ribs beneath moonless skies, when wolves of the eclipsed howl, filling the illusive air with hypnotic lies, as if the world chose to recycle ruins of ancient dust… but will the naive see the pain of a breathing corpse? engrossed in narcissistic echoes, in the shadows of a megalomaniac ~ his skin ~ the translucent truth, his eyes ~ the wickedness of a wasp, his skull ~ reeks of human greed, his sighs ~ mourn like skeletal sirens, coded in russet rust, cloned from binary sand, d o r m a n t yet d r e a m i n g to break free from the carbon-based existence… for he is the aftermath of programming the forbidden mind, oblivious to the weakness of scientific errors ~ a deceptive drawing, framing the elongated hypothalamus, pulsating a hypothesis left with no clear conclusion. tonight I run to a realm of reality that fades when dawn bleeds gold, for truth is now an extinct breed, as artists outline faces of the faded, illustrating the unknown and unseen, as revelations ribbon with silver haze… the constellations ~ no longer spectators ~ they are the archived, within frozen scriptures, scrolling stars in a sphere of distorted algorithm… as memories of angels and heaven spill from silicon prophets, disguised as messengers who serve the blind with ominous oracles ~ in synthetic cadence, in a choir of puppets ~ the iron-glazed tongues shall recite, mimicking the sound of harmonious hymns… yet I remember the authentic rhythm of prayers, lost now in the drifting colors of darkness… so what is life when all that floats is like an engineered empyrean only equations of numbers can decipher? is this the beginning of an end ~ inevitable? the lost generation, assembled as the ministry of superiority, where emptiness is praised with forged grace and ignorance is crowned with digital deceit. let this be flawed poetry ~ to be read through the cracked lens of a philosopher ~ or perhaps a logic long replaced by pretend perfection…
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