Pax Atomica

Art: bicflame, Konzept, Luke Valentine

TRUTH IS A SIGNAL, scrambled by the tribe!

TRUTH IS A MAN covered in MUD=

= This is DATA DUST, jagged vortex-swirled darkly throbbing in electric veins

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trust us they grin, teeth stained with ink

trust us they hiss, barely audible over the laughter of agents on wiretap

they bleat ‘safety’ --a lie stitched for those trembling soft fools who cradle stillness---the WEAK and DULL who gladly play their part in a conspiracy too vast to name

their hand stretches across time and space: its shadow is the churning chaos of a fractured age

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Yet in the Shadow…

[something] thrives in the cracks, 

[something] thrives in the cracks, 

[something] thrives in the cracks, 

[something] thrives in the cracks, 

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Yet in the Shadow…where electrons HOWL and Soul Fire CRACKS CLEAN

[something] thrives in the cracks, 

[something] unbowed, prowling, simmering in the chest,

[something] penniless but rich in spirit,

[something] like a BOMB of JOY

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Yet in the Shadow…

where electrons HOWL and Soul Fire CRACKS CLEAN

[something] waits for YOU to choose a side

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Cotton.