Cleansed

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We all wear faces of kings, wisened images of majesty* Yet we're all one and the same, our facades ever pushed to schism We recite bitter poetry, scorning the day's descent Alienation's callous grip, urging us to decline the day Each one of us searches the streets as restless nights and listless minds Envelope our daily existence, devouring the will to breathe Yet we find nothing but needless violence Ultimate cowardice, actions instead of thoughts We all look sideways, hoping to see familiar faces All we find are trinkets staring back at us, expressionless We are all cursed to walk gaia alone Surrounded in kabuki, failed geishas It's in the making, it's in the breaking, the theft of all rationale In wake of reason we become tainted, entangled in bittersweet escapism Sidestep the issues at hand; transfixed as statues A monument of sloth; we are progress squandered In times of tribulation humanity gravitates to idols In lieu of self-analysis, reanimate by proxy made flesh Existence of idealism near-guarantees hopes and dreams Yet, what are we but hollow men in this suburban wasteland? What worth is transcendence in a world of fools? Contented in squander they bask in the light of the noose Impatiently waiting for a public display of brutality Under a pretense of autonomy, we are animals The death of art will be our undoing as we sever the ties to what makes us human To retain hope in altruism is to surrender ones independence Contented in squander

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 21, 2026

I toe the line between the innocent and the guilty I tread the space not met between the light or the dark This path of the everyman I am society's backbone in times of need And times of caution, and times of hunger For something more than fortune and fame: I seek enlightenment I denounce myself I am the blue collar worker Nine to five; satisfied with all his worth I am the arrogant fuck, staring down at his empire It's never enough To bring us back to step one, erase everything down to zero, level off the playing field May be seen as anarchy by some, but this discomfort is your freedom It's your freedom It's your freedom I am Caesar and you are my slaves I am normality infected I seek to be the plague; infecting innocent cells with my impurities and sins To be truly free, to be truly right, to be truly pure: we must be reborn To be truly wrong, to be truly cursed, to be too far gone: we must bring forth the the storm We must

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 21, 2026

If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity* We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to gaia Why has it become so acceptable to display a consummate aggression Spat in the eye of progress; all in the aid of an existence as leeches? They become more anesthetized by the hour, succumbing to a spiritual sterility Compelling those with beating hearts to sew their eyes shut with but a second thought More concerned with petty insights of extravagant intoxication Intravenous injections of venom to poison every man, woman, thinker or feeler Blind, Idiot Gods of their own creation, survival as parasites Consuming the roots of the pure and draining the life of the few; Nothing more than weeds in the garden of Eden, tainting the apple of knowledge Pure insipid spite in all its twisted glory; We are a race of roses, natural beauty encased in a crown of thorns But, this was not to be Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 21, 2026