The Untimely Fruit of the Unsaid

Human pantheons wandered through the scorched lands Stumbling over each other in the gloom of intellectual cowardice Striving to pull back, and push away their neighbor, they shunned every shadow Lost and detached, they searched for healing But there was nothing in their souls that could be exalted Broken mechanisms of human existence Scattered on the bloody meridian of conglomeration of truths Exploiting virtues for personal gain and status Bury themselves in the labyrinth of self-aggrandizement Fates that heeled in the storm of collective guilt “I am” – they convince themselves “I am the criterion” – they implant to the others “I was born for happiness” – but stupidity prevails Rattling chains of slave markets of unfulfilled hopes “They owe me” is the lot of the mediocre! “Justice and freedom” is the consolation of faint-hearted! “Equality for everyone” - Contempt to those always offended! Anyone unwilling to command is doomed to obey! Taking roots from the eyes in the planes of vanity Digital projections of prodded crowds, obsessed with security Pour concrete under their cells at the foot of the pedestals of the new tyrants Fragile creatures swaying on the scaffold of time We are worried about our place in history Instead of creating it from the present moment But one day we will all be buried under the ruins Of skyscrapers of our inflated conceit Your personality is the most important fruit of your efforts Find the strength not to turn into stone under the look of life Taking the form for granted, subjecting it to your actions

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 30, 2026