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Our Vile Roots Flourish Beyond Light

๐Ÿ‘ค Epiphanic Truth โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Dark Triad: Bitter Psalms to a Sordid Species โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 22:28
๐ŸŽต 1897 characters
โฑ๏ธ 22:28 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12979375

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Along pathways, by streams of humanity
Debris amassing in the flow,
Tangled roots immersed in earth & water
Limbs stretching, yearning towards the sky.
Light, obscured by cumuliform cloudscapes,
An axiom concealed within our genes.

A fox to spot the snares, with guile to evade plots unseen.
A lion to overwhelm the wolves, circling with mutinous intent.
Courage to bear the burden of command,
Devious pursuit of triumph,
Where allegiance is mere fiction.
Accusata, Scusata - the end justifies the means.

Fools invoke only reverence in others
A power that wanes with familiarity,
Fear dictating most of human interaction
Sustained by sincere will to punish
Clinging to power's threshold
Orchestrated life of concealment.
An instinctual, ruthless timing
No promises truly kept.
Ungrateful fickle liars & deceivers,
Cursed by greed until the grave.

Hyper-normalisation
Epistemological conquest
Subtle, malignant corporatism
Society mutated for their purpose.
Memetic mass-manipulation
To muddy the dullest of waters.
Traumatised, isolated, automated,
Conditioned by propaganda.
In the realm of appearances
Belief usurps truth.
Existence is perpetual warfare
Each action, a spin of the wheel.

The mastery of fortune & virtue
With luck beyond jurisdiction,
Nurturing courage & prudence
Seeking chances to gamble.
Strength is found in vision & prospect
Ambition alone yields not glory,
Clasping at the horn of plenty
As Lions fall Wolves shall rise.
To feast on the carcass.
Wresting the cornucopia,
As Lions fall Wolves shall rise.

A Dark Triad brands humanity,
Nourished & emboldened by sadism,
Since long before achieving consciousness.
Not so far removed from those
That roamed the Pleistocene,
Scant drive beyond survival
Or else to languish in malady.
The collective nadir of humanity -
Tyrants, warping the world at a whim,
A choir to the rhyme of history
Bitter psalms to a sordid species.

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