The Orb

Our world is lost! Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done Idolism, primitivism are among us Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature Hubrisism, self-importance... chrematheism just renewed itself Our species is of an arrogance which pushes the limits of indecency Despite this, there are so many souls who seem to really enjoy the idea One should have learned world history Rather the one of territories Wrong! Everything went wrong! Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End! Our world is lost! Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature Hubrisism, self-importance... chrematheism just renewed itself Things keep starting over and over again from square one And the time will come when this insolent pride will have to be paid for One should have learned world history Rather the one of territories Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End! Our world is lost! Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done Idolism, primitivism are among us Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature Hubrisism and chrematheism just renewed themselves When the poorest know how to be satisfied with modest icons The wealthiest show a weird propensity to submit to the cult of toys One should have learned world history Rather the one of territories Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End!

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Remember the time of the heliocentrism rediscovery Hitherto absent from all Western culture since Antiquity The Spiritual Power then rejected this new theory Which would’ve called into question their dogma’s validity But the governing bodies always find a way To temper and please all those who can defy them The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate But if God created us in his image, would we all be his idols? And if he is Light himself, then we could all be sun gods! In order to become aware of a certain inconsistency The revelations of an inverted world are edifying For wisdom cannot thrive and grow through a one-sided perception But rather blossom in the joys of the upside down kingdom But the governing bodies always find a way To temper and please all those who can defy them The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate But if God created us in his image, would we all be his idols? And if he is Light himself, then we could all be sun gods! Bait, Tame, Subjugate… the old way… Technology is a threat to all spiritual leaders Unless it turns out be idolized in turn Innovation gives us the illusion of a free will That slips from our hands in case of lack of mindset For the governing bodies always find a way To temper and please all those who can defy them The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate God created us in his image and we are all his idols And as he is Light himself, then we are the sun gods!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

If the words fly away but the writings remain Are we all that prone to the fear of forgetting? Some of us try to keep safe every little thing we made But delight seems to belong to those with short memory Some say the four tigers devoured all men The four winds swept them away The four rains and waters overwhelmed them And the four earthquakes will spell the end of our sun Yet there are softer ways to disappear... We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on Long before a black hole swallows the orb Utterly devoid of any patience our species is getting ready for the great auto-da-fé We are not that prone to the fear of destroying But thanks to the erasure of memories we all find a way to grieve more serenely For delight seems to belong to those with short memory Happiness appears to belong to those with short memory For delight seems to belong to those with short memory We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on Long before a black hole swallows the orb We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on... Sawing off the branch we are sitting on... we are sitting on...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

You were here… You were here before it started Before the origin of speech Before the invention of writing Before we all came to life May we see… May we see the light in you The inciting sun, the great inspirer, the great nurturer, the loving one You’re in the air, the earth and oceans… the flame that burns within us Without your presence nothing down here would ever exist Without your brilliance nothing down here would ever live The creator, the first entity, the one who made the world as one The great destroyer, the devastator, the one who creates lives and takes them back You are the beginning of everything but nobody knows who you are You are the beginning of everything but nobody knows your name Nobody knows your name, but you’ll be the wellspring of all the rivers of blood! There is no temple in your name, but soon the whole world will beg you for mercy! There is no temple in your name... but there is no place where you are not celebrated There is no temple in your name but you are worshiped everywhere There is no temple in your name but yet the whole world sings your glory There is no temple in your name… Mother! There is no temple in your name!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Let us do away with the lines between us Until we make sure that the war is over No revolution started by uttering words Rather through the silence preceding action ‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’ For all thoughts lose their meaning once told ‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’ We are able to eat each other alive in times of peace But we all have the gift to coalesce And fight together when the threat is real Let us do away with the lines between us all! Some claim that History is only written by the victors So why not doubt all the writings and go back to Oracy? ‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’ So the art of breeding silence is now the only way At least until we make sure the war is over ‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’* *Quote from Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

In no way death should be the deliverance from earthly sufferings Which are the consequences of one’s disavowal For there is no unacceptable experiences Apart from those one has no control over at all But who will be blessed by the Tabor’s light? Surely not a single soul meant to surrender It is not in submission and compliance with the codes That we will ensure peace and freedom The only way out would be the end of all critical thinking And our soul washed of everything what makes us human beings But who will be blessed by the Tabor’s light? Surely not a single soul meant to surrender O Death… where is thy sting? O Grave… where is thy victory? [1 Corinthians 15:55] Acts of rebellion may now seem so outdated Left for old-fashioned dreamers out of this world But Hope has undoubtedly changed sides... And turns out to reside only within those who live in jail So is this how faith can triumph over death? Is this what you really wanted? A soul shackled to a lifeless body O Grave... O Death, here is thy victory!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Knowing that from decay spring out new forms of life Could loneliness then help to lessen one’s strife? For every night I can hear some dancers’ laughter Whose sound crushes my soul and makes my body quiver Like a bird in a golden cage I feel encircled by this whirling ballet For every night it all echoes the same Waiting my turn to join them in the shade When the whirlwind of void is overwhelming me Through the haze emerges this gloomy melody Feeling a presence through silence and misery Shadows appear and begin their choreography Like a bird in a golden cage Feeling encircled by a whirling ballet For every night it all echoes the same Waiting my turn to join them in the shade And in the end I am secretly attending For it’s the only way my days take on meaning If mind is a melody, body is a dance Soul, an elegy... then let my whole life be a trance! Like a bird in a golden cage I feel encircled by this whirling ballet For every night it all echoes the same Waiting my turn... Like a bird in a golden cage Feeling encircled by this whirling ballet For every night it all echoes the same Waiting my turn to join them... May my ashes join the waltz of shades!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

I saw all the stars fading away when the sun came up Ever since some admitted that losing or burying the flesh of one's flesh Was the most unbearable suffering one could endure: the worst kind of sad Here comes the pain! It’s not hard to convince oneself that our afflictions are the worst of all worlds But no pain worth more than another Facing the loss of a dear one is not systematically ‘the fault in our stars’ It is always easier to look for a scapegoat that one can find anywhere Here comes the pain! For the reason why we feel offended can come out from something we have rejected I remember seeing the stars fading away when the sun came up May the filth of your soul finally come to light The fact of being in mourning does not make you right For when the sun rises, the stars go out And it is not by burning the forests Or flooding the lands with your tears That you will find consolation It is not by force that one can ease the worst kind of pain Just like in all your dreams, everything slips from your hands: Remember Gnowee! Here comes the end! No one will help you to find your progeny Remember Gnowee! You will only further conceal the light you seek For when the sun rose… all the stars went out!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025