A Machine Cult Creed by effigytormented, literature
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A Machine Cult Creed
1: Philosophy based on trans-humanist principles that while humanity may have reached it's peak biologically further development is required artificially to continue to grow as a species.
2: Machines are sacred for the purity of their form and function.
3: What is considered blasphemy is shoddy work, insisting that emotion trump reason or practicality, denying evidence to fit narratives, libertarian practices of only the financial elite being allowed or capable of augmentation, in built obsolescence for the goal of furthering self enrichment.
4: Raw data, while sacred is not hallowed until it is disseminated according to scientifically sou
The Monster Inside Me by effigytormented, literature
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The Monster Inside Me
"Shaded halls and jaded stalls, umbra lining all the walls, butcher brands the cleaver high, whistling swing heralds nigh, the falling strike, the sound a somber sigh," he muttered to himself as he sat curled in a ball, one arm wrapped over a knee, the other covering his face. The hand gripped his face tightly, one eye staring blurry outward into the alleyway, he chuckled to himself, it seemed to mix in a sound both sad and angry. Anton had no idea why he was laughing, or why he felt the storm inside him swirling, churning, burning, seething roiling. Still he accepted that it did, angst was the one thing he did not feel, this complex hellish
March of The Gehennan by effigytormented, literature
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March of The Gehennan
I am corrupted,
though corrupted I still march for justice,
through my march I gain a fleeting measure of atonement,
despite this atonement my sins are like logs at my feet waiting to burn,
through the weight of my sin I will gain strength,
with my strength I will strike out at the enemies of the world,
in my strikes are the guided conflagrations of a burning soul being devoured,
down into Gehenna I march,
to be unmade in the fires of my own damnation!
The void calls me!
Amen!
Yea though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil for I know in my soul I am damned, though damned be I will walk what righteous path I can,
soaking in the sins of others until my soul is set on fire as a blazing torch for the faithful to follow in the darkest path,
I martyr myself in the name of good and the light that my unholy conflagration bring true light to those better than I,
I am the the torch of Nero, burning to the ground that other's may live.
With a mind shattered like an exploding symphony and pen in hand I write when I can,
with heart a quiver, words slither under my skin like a sliver,
either writing, or fighting I see it all,
I am a dancer in darkness and light, from moonlight night to morning bright,
I struggle ever onward under the weight of my own soul, writhing eternally in the coffin of my form,
regardless whether or not I will recieve exaltation from this hell ship I am borne,
teeth grit, bones click, eyes narrow and the knuckles whitened,
and yet I ask myself, when I am my own monster, to what end then should I be frightened?
She loved him, this fearful thing,
with tired eyes, he eternally screamed,
a heart of fear and a heart of shadow,
each beat in the same rhythm,
inextricably linked, yet ever apart,
blackened skies and trembling eye,
cowering down he hid in the corner,
she knelt there, an eternal horror
"Come with me and no longer be afraid,
I loved you from afar, so taken with fear from my maw,
come with me back to the shadow keep,
please finally rest and sleep."