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Collecting small ingots of inspiration
During my day, I sometimes get randoms spurs of inspiration for all different kind of stuff, and one of those things are music- or prose-nuggets. Then usually what I do: is grabbing my pixel phone and write down things inside google notes. I'm not only using org-mode, sometimes a quick google inbox is right what is needed to capture the fleeting words.
This is one I wrote down and I will utilize for music in the future:
Poem - embarrassed god
we have gone a step further,
we never killed God
we embarrassed him,
humiliated him,
holding up a mirror while slithing each others
throats,
desecrated his ideals while bending our necks,
looking down into the abyss
in a black mirror,
we can't even hear his whispers or moans anymore,
for he was stunned silent, by awful awe of the ingenuity, horrendous horror, the lowest of the low…
too scary stories that never reaches the children,
nightmares,
precautions can't be passed over for the shame overwhelms,
the bible was written for the naked ape,
it never prepared you for things worse than murder and rape…
he got back up on his feet, tears in his eyes,
his warm embrace grew cold,
neither did he long for his children or the female spirit,
for he had gotten the taste of liquor, fleeting stimuli, in a rush of emotions, amplification, with a hangover overdue,
he had liked it,
never had he thought that his creation could do such things, terrible terrible things,
imagination, novelty, for sufferings sake,
man had touched the almighty,
precisely where it felt good, and stroked,
that long egrocious ego ferociously,
meanwhile it got darker and darker,
hard and harder,
worse and worse,
ugly and uglier,
more and more,
mean and meaner,
evil and eviler…
now god is standing there with his dick in his hand,
boundaries crossed in the holy land,
his children, you and I,
have made his love tip over to disgust,
no more trust,
rusty nails through bested bodies over lust.