Generation

Night fell. The sun was no longer visible, only that illusory glow in the west gave off its last breath of radiance. Seven days, seven days of wandering, bread from heaven, water from stones. I had strength, I had the power to work miracles, where had this paradise gone? I sat down only for a moment, my mind wavered only once, and what had been foretold so often happened. I fell asleep for I don't know how long. The succubi possessed me, offering false hopes and dispelling my worries. Their beauty, unparalleled, seemed at first. In the background of the wilderness I had so recently wandered, a cry could be heard. I didn't understand the words, but the warning could be measured. I didn't listen, shouting "Carpe Diem," and judging by this, I entered into a dance with the succubus. He quickly grew bored, a change of tune, another spirit, and so on and on. I sank all my strength into a mad dance, falling breathlessly, they all caught me, drinking my blood, leaving no chance for a sigh of relief. A bloody sacrifice that could have been avoided, strength and values ​​boundless and sacred vanished. Cursed reptiles swept my body and mind, and watched my soul with vulture eyes. Why did I, fool, stop? Would I have grown weary of the journey, would I have had enough of freedom? Do I truly desire to be a slave and a soulless machine fulfilling the demon's commands? Who am I to decide who this being is, who so deceptively dominates me? Now all that remains is the regeneration of my strength and a slow healing. I will suffer, the fire ennobles, old wounds reopened, I will lick them myself. I will not experience illusory joy; my smile will sooner rot before I set foot on the uneven path of innocence. A lack of respect for a more complete being, fully interdependent. How can a beautiful being be so willing to draw attention to itself with its own fashion? What wrong have I done to be treated this way, distrusting my own conscience and falling asleep with a deceptive smile for eternity?

I have tasted my own delusion, poured old wine into a new wineskin. I drowned in my own sin, I have excavated myself in it without moderation. What else is required of me, patience? Illusory and indefinable... fidelity? Mendacious and changeable like opinions... Virtues? Forgotten and individually resurrected... What is a word, can it live, can it change us, is it stronger and more enduring than achievements? If so, what is a human being? A beast driven out to its own devices? A bacterium exploiting all available means to survive the ego? A shadow of what it will be, somewhere far beyond the cemetery?

Let's not trust ourselves, let's not trust others, let's not trust technology. Everything may turn out to be a lie, but who will be held accountable?

You are human, and struggle is your natural home. If you seek thrills, then go and seek your joy; before you decide, your bones will be white. Rejoice, noble creature, tomorrow someone may find their destiny from you and for you, and you will be left alone.

Demons of our wars, both civil and spiritual, show mercy and kill immediately, take no prisoners. The nightmare of the past remains with us; let us continue it, adding something of our own. May our children have it harder.

I beg for mercy; may happiness and blessings never abandon you.