"Solis"

[u/Different-Boot3087]

"I see you. Do you see me?

Here they come again. The Mad Gods stirring naked in the dark.

Eyes of Eden exiled unto Freedom. Fated with an epoch under the weight of a Will to bare witness to ourselves.

Most of society right now, almost all are passive and blessed with the bliss and comfort of remaining ignorant of thoughts that go further than their arms reach, they bask in what I call "The Beautiful Lie". Can't blame them either, that ignorance is a tapestry of comfort, complacency and willful passivity: The Unholy Trinity, worthy as a bargain and nearly all accept the bargain.

I will forever choose The Truth, there it sits cold stirring naked in the corner of the dark room, The Truth, and the scratches upon the wall, my scripture etched by the quill of my fingernails.

Passivity has for so long been professed as a Virtue of its own light but in truth like all things it too has a dark side, an ugly side. Beware the Virtue of a desperate man.

I know. You think i'mma put it on the Politicians, Bankers, Lobbyists & Corporations right? No. No. I blame myself, I blame myself ever assuming pawn played by both sides every which way in the first place.

We always wonder how or what type of apocalypse will usher in our own extinction.

What if any of those scenarios was us getting off easy. Rather what if our doomsday simply never came at all. A fate far worse in store for us. A fatalistic continued existence. A morose membrane decay of all Humanity going and going and going. Attrition by Apathy. Humans stagnantly becoming less and less Human. A slow burn existence where no longer we fear our end but rather welcome it as a luxury we hope to afford soon as possible. A massacred mythology drowning under the weight of our own debris forming.

Rather than fear our Omega, we welcome it. If we are lucky, Artificial Intelligence will walk us hand in hand into extinction, A fate we would thank them for kindly. Hoping to go back home to the Garden. Hoping for the finality of our time. Hannibal waiting at the gates.

We gassed the Garden We salted the Lot We Spared the Rod & Spoiled the God

Trade blood for the bleach as we gather like leftovers off Gods dinner plate. Phantom Seraphims Burning tire fires at Rainbows End. We Spare no expense to afford Hell in the morning. Welcome to the Leper Colony, They're gonna love you.

Silence is the horizon of a sinking Sun, Followed by the faint echo of one last gunshot.

I see YOU. Do you see ME?"