Athm exited the ring
At the same moment my ears start buzzing
I find myself in front of an audience
Sat around me like I am the circus' clown
or is it...
The judges awaiting to set my sentence?
I prayed towards Heaven
And thick under the ground
Towards my mother Earth
I bow
The audience murmurs
...
Athm entered the first level
exit planet Phantom
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Two Towers
There were two towers
Of equal heights
One to the west
One to the east
The tower to the west
Was of silicon and wires
Black and polished
With hundreds of lights
And small flickering screens
A voice from powerful loudspeakers
Urging the faithfuls to kneel
"We have solutions
To your every need
All kinds of great machines
That will help you feel fulfilled
For you they will think
And amuse your kids
You will not need to know anything
All is there for you
At the flick of a switch
Who needs a mind when you have a machine!
Our mighty great computer
Will replace your will
Evolve!
Become one of us
Our digital church
Is all you need
Look at all our screens!
The future is us
Believe!"
The tower to the east
Was of jade and marble and gold
With thousands of burning incense sticks
Covered in hebrew, arabic and latin characters
With mysterious frescoes
Solemn and frightening
A voice from its top
Enunciated strings of prayers
In some weird languages of the past
That no-one could understand
"Kneel, pray, lower your heads
As this is the will of our Lord almighty
The sole true god
That is perfection and light and purity
Repent, fast, abstain
Repeat after me
Our laws are sacred and holy
We are the church of Almighty
The only true expression of his will
Make offerings, repeat after me
You will be pure and wise
Truly superior to those
Who do not worship here
At the count of three
Get on your knees
This is the true will
Of God Almighty"
I covered my ears
To shut out
The hypnotic messages
Of propaganda
And continued walking faithfully
Towards the beautiful valleys
I had seen in my dreams
Friday, June 14, 2013
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Thursday, May 2, 2013
Sounds and Vision (some home demos)
> Appropriate use of force - irresponsible use of violence - voice to skull technology - Operation Baby Blue - 333 - What do I play? - What do I do? - I make a bet and fall in love with you - I make appropriate use of this world and fold it into you. 333. What do I do? <
They thought: 'Hey! Let's invade the space! If there's a game we 'e playing!'
The others thought: 'Oh phew!'
Explain? I can't explain. You can explain?
No, coz there's nothing to explain!
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
The Scales of Maat
That night I had a dream
Blindfolded
In front of her men and women in lines.
One after the other she weighs their hearts
And those of a sufficient weight
Are directed by men in arms
(But wearing all white)
To fields of radiant light
And they laugh, ecstatic.
Whose heart do not pass the test
For lack of sufficient height and depth
As well as weight
Are made to emigrate
To a dark and smelly lake
At the end of which stands a town
Very similar to old Earth.
And you were shining happy
By my side
In the Secret Citadel
In the land that I avail
In a white bed.
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