City of Light
Evil deeds producing, inducing
misdirecting silently affecting
those that are hit by an invisible golden spear
plunged into the jaws of forbidden pear
golden sweet fruit, looking for a feebleminded recruit
in a dark obnoxious specific suit
a delusional mind always trying to get high
high on broken dreams, filled with penetrating laser beams
Lost they are, too far gone they are
Are they Done?
The potentiality of evil gives them meaning
all inside them is hollow and screaming
They are marching into madness, without sadness
without remorse, they are on an evils course
Corporations are there to endorse, to force them into a coral
without resemblance or dash of any morals
like a common beast, they will cut their no-good wrist
Robots will fall, like children’s butchered doll
from their offices, they will fall
Abyss will eat them, death will greet them
New human children are dreaming, now streaming
New cascading flow, we must give it go
We must let them know
They are not just colorful leaves on the playful wind
Not born to heartless grind but to find
purpose in lifes purse, a new concourse
advancing beyond the reach of dark force
future and past for them are aligned, not divided
Questions are hurling in the air, asking if there will be another unforgivable despair
Broken evil dream, born in the mouth of bastard god
Pushed on human minds as the solution, devotion, in reality, well-hidden fraud
Is Devil dreaming, electric dreams
managing deluded, demonic teams
teams of perverted men, nothing more than scared, well-maintained hens
Without a head, running in circles dead
Waiting to be blead, wearing bloody goats head
Dead amongst us, are you afraid
Are you ready to jump into the mouth of vicious death?
To feel the power of this sacred hour
To be devastating Norse without any remorse
To go beyond the white wall, beyond Evil dreams,
the last curtain call
Sword in your hand, remember and do what you can
Polar night is shining bright
You, are you READY TO FIGHT!
Take Down This Night, This evil dream
Earth filled with heroic echos of the past and red, voiceless scream
Where are you gonna go?
when you see blood dancing on the white snow?
Red night all is alright
Red dawn they will be gone
Red Sun, o what fun!
Red skies many will die
Red moon, death of another goon
All for glory, basking in perpetuating euphory
creating a new story, the new model
a new fancy hotel, a loud message
for abused and downtrodden
You are not forgotten!
Join this fight, kiss the still, stary night
set the stage for the new upcoming age
Human drama unfolds, karma is in the end the kiss of cold
Deserved Ticket Everyone will get, the magick cloak has been set
Emerging, newfound life must thrive
The Evil Dream…
There is a time and place for everything….so I heard, so has been told.
There was a time before time. An oasis of freedom so far and desolate from anything that the human eye can see or reach.
It was a hidden city, full of joy and kids’ laughter… Gigantic Walls were standing proud and strong, it was an unbreachable fortress, hidden away from preying jealous eyes. From all that has twisted soul, and foul tongue.
But nothing last forever and sometimes evil comes to visit even the finest of the finest men. Nothing in life is free, and so is the case with freedom.
Freedom is born in tears and blood, not in complacency and debauchery…
I know, I know..all this sounds like it happened before…but, this warning story of old has a different ending than most sad stories of now-forgotten civilizations.
When confined in a safe imaginary space men’s muscles become weak, women become lustful and their offspring is just a byproduct of ignorance and delusions of their parents.
Parents who forgot with time how to be a parent, man or woman, both were more interested in life pleasures than in children’s future…
Yes, there was joy and laughter in the white, unusually clean streets, but that laughter had a terrible price, a price that will be soon paid in blood and many tears.
One morning after all day of drinking and exchanging open sexual pleasantries, the forgotten horn sounded an alarm…
Many men were in no condition to fight, many of them have forgotten how to fight, and many of them didn’t know the way to armory anymore. Life was too sweet, too good to bother with all that silly nonsense. These people lived after all in the unbreachable fortress beyond the known world…who would ever dare to attack the Walls of this highly advanced city.
This city is light, and the rest of the world is darkness….there is nothing for any man or woman that lies in that darkness..so they thought.
“Even if the enemy came in full force, the strong enormous wall will eventually protect them…that was the thought, spreading through hangovered heads of most men….
Why fight? we are safe here and we have everything that can we wish for, who cares for another man’s trouble and suffering..this here, this place, this city..is heaven… well-fortified heaven full of the most beautiful women that any man could only dream of.
Men in this city were also beautiful compared to other men who are drowning in the darkness, far away from the shining lights of this momentous city.
The city actually had no real name, or maybe with time empty heads that resided there have forgotten the name of their precious city, all that mattered to them was: they were safe, well-fed, and they all had engaged in frequent sexual Promiscuity. The closest name that I could remember would be:
The City of Light
That day, it was Friday, the enemy did come in full force, but this was an enemy that has not been seen for many decades, they all vanished after a strange event that happened 300 years ago. Nobody had seen them for 300 hundred years and, now, now this army was at the gates of the White City, a city guarded by white walls. They were a race of extremely skilled warriors but now long forgotten and lost to the ears and eyes of today’s world, almost like people hidden behind mighty white walls…
Karma came to visit….two different doctrines and two different lifestyles will soon clash…
The leader of the invading force was Tramhil, a giant-looking man, he had giant rows of muscles all over his body, and he looked like was stung by wild wasps just a second ago…with his giant stature and his flawless physique he was really a menacing figure. Now this giant menacing figure was standing on the horizon, observing, watching, studying the White walls, scanning for weak points. Sun has started to sunsetting, his shadow was long, and it was reflecting under him in the sand, making Tramhil even more menacing and majestic looking being than he actually was.… It was a sight of almost biblical proportions.
Behind him, his army worked as one, shouting and singing warrior songs…Showing remaining guards on high walls their menacing, extremely sharp, and very advanced weapons…
This was not an ordinary leader and certainly not the ordinary army….
Behind this army that was growing by every minute, you could see three giant bluish Portals…and rivers of soldiers were constantly pouring in from these 3 portals, arriving at the place of looming battle…
All soldiers who came through the portal were in impeccable condition, physically and mentally…like they were groomed for this kind of adventure…Man of War.
Tristan was a guard on the other side, he was like other men, stunned, dumbfounded staring there with confused looks on his face at the development on the horizon.
He said almost in agony…This, this is not an ordinary Army, I told you Gods will send punishment, and now there it is, there is your fate..you drunk, filthy bastards…
The wall will endure, kid, you worry too much…
I, do?!?, look at the Horizon, if we don’t organize right now, this moment all men that are capable to bear arms and fight, nothing will be left standing by the next morning….
Do you understand me!!! he screamed at an old-looking guard who was still wobbling around in a drunken state from last night.
Tristan was one of the few in the City of Light who dint subdue to the twisted influences who were tirelessly, devouring his people every day, bit by bit.
The once great culture and society, full of great poets, musicians, mathematicians, and scholars now was a desert filled with sex, vine, and beer…the air in the city smelled like death and soon in a few hours uninvited death will be knocking on the main door…
Tramhil was still filling his ranks and coordinating the attack with his most valuable general Treon, Treon The unforgivable…
Treon looked at the sky it was almost dark. he said…
Soon..soon we will be ready.
Tramhil gave him a silent nod….
On the other side of the wall, Tristan was almost in panic mode looking for his fellow men, maybe, just maybe they can defend the white walls….
but deep inside he wanted to see this city burn to the ground together with his evil unnatural deeds…
What Tristan didn’t know, when you are young, you will do almost anything to protect your loved ones, even if they have sinned and become twisted evil human spirits, who indulge in debauchery and constant drinking.
It was a love-hate relationship, seen and observed in many stories known and unknown, told probably a thousand times in a thousand more ways. It is really hard to hate your family even if they are no good, vile hive of the most wretched villains in the known universe.
In this case, Tristan’s universe was the White City, and in Tristan’s case his family and close ones deserved the hate, but, still, he could not do it..he could not hate them.
In his young heart, there was too much love for this world and too little hate for living creatures that were inhabitants of this wretched, upside-down world.
Tristan came down from the top of the white wall to the spiral-shaped stairs, to his amazement many of his fellow citizens were still enjoying life with full lungs, they were still drinking and f…. behind translucent curtains.
It was like Sodoma and Gomora came alive, for the first time in his life he could see where he really was and what most of his friends and loved ones had become….
In his young brain was only one question: is this worth saving?
Suddenly he was shaken by a strange explosion behind him…
It was a gift sent from invading army….behind him in the walls of the white city was an enormous hole almost a perfect circle….
He was confused, what did this, weapon or magick…there was a brief moment of eery silence and then, then at that moment, all hell broke loose.
Half-naked women started to scream, and children’s cries filled the main square, drunken men were just standing like they have seen a ghost…
Nobody was laughing anymore.
After five thousand years, the great white city has been invaded, and all that has been needed was one sonic pulse….delivered from some kind of Railgun-looking weapon…
The invasion didn’t last long, most of the guards were drunk, and other men were incompetent not skilled in the arts of war….so in just one day, The glow of the white city was turned into darkness…
The utterly strange thing was, no woman was raped, no child was slaughtered, and no man without a weapon has been killed….
This almost godlike Army was truly a strange kind of an invader…after they steamrolled the enemy and conquered the center of the town, something really strange happened.
The big giant figure came to Tristan, it was Tramhil the leader of the invaders…he said…You asked and we came…It is done, your wish has been fulfilled.
Tristan said…but, but, I didn’t mean it…..
Tramhil; kid I am not God I am just an emissary…somebody has heard your prayers and we kid, we, are the answer to your prayers.
What happens now? Tristan asked filled with guilt and admiration…
What happens now….I tell you young man….you will live.
Anyone who was adamant and didn’t participate in this “Blunder Games” will be given a new place and a fresh start….rest, the rest will wander in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights. If anyone of these unlucky bastards survives, then: All is forgiven he or she may join you and start fresh.
From this day on, the light Of White City was no more, and many who wandered into the desert have never been seen again, their faces with the passing of time became just a distant memory. Their fate has been sealed from the moment when they arrived in this world.
Tristan became a well-known scholar and the leader of a great now also forgotten civilization.
His rule was just, and people loved him. He build a well-known library where all knowledge of the known and unknown world has been stored for the future generation, so the unfortunate fate of the City of Light never happens again, and people don’t become silhouettes, former shadows of themself.
When he died, he was 111 years old, many say, there was a bright white light inside his quarters right before he closed his eyes for the last time.
Maybe, just maybe he deserved his place in high heaven.
Tristan left the following message:
“What happened once will happen again.”
Strange-looking Army of giants disappeared in three portals that were silently rotating on the horizon in a ghost-like manner, As they came. Nobody has seen them ever again.
Even today scholars are fighting about who this great army was, the army that could destroy the White walls and heart of the city in just one day…all investigations led sooner or later to the death end.
Tramhil and his army of giants remain a mystery of mythical status.
Has God sent his army or did this ancient civilization collapse under the weight of their own stupidity?
We may never get the affirmative answer but this is a cautionary story about what happens to civilization when the hearts and minds of people who live in the city are no longer present there.
When all laws of nature are broken and common decency is gone out of sight and out of mind. When everything and anything is permitted and nothing is a cultural or moral taboo. All that was left under the white walls are primal animalistic urges and with time inhabitants of the Great white city were not different from the animals themself. They have become Savages, something that is even lower on an evolutionary scale than the common animal.
Men were men no more, they were just too weak to fight, and women stopped being women…they have become ever more deviant creatures than their male counterparts.
Today’s story in many academical circles about the Great White City is just a myth, nothing more, nothing less. But, it has been proven that White City has existed, parts of the great white wall, and white still shining, glimmering bricks have been found in the exact place that has been described in old books.
To this day the real fate of the city remains shrouded in a veil of mystery. What is left, is a warning to future generations,
because maybe one-day Thamril and his Army of Giants will be seen on the faraway horizon of your city…what happens next I will leave you that problem to your imagination…
Any resemblance with today’s events in the world is purely fictional.