The moon, in its monolith state,
watching the earth as it torments itself alive.
The flames, sprinting house to house,
building to building-
cleaning the flesh and bones of the fleeing,
while it feasts on their names.
"Father! Father! Why are they doing this to us?!"
"Son...because we... are aliens..."
"Father?..."
...
...
...
Chains are put on,
running through generation to generation,
feeding on revenge, rage, and trauma-
down to the ancestral, cultural r’üts of the race.
Until then, the oppressed stares into their ancient scars.
Only seeing their own hands
dripping with fresh bludhymn
for the actions that are not
yet-
committed.
Clouds pass overhead.
Time grows ancient.
"Is it because we are devils?"
-centuries of clouds pass-
"... because we are robots."
-centuries of clouds pass-
"They imprisoned - the humans."
-centuries of clouds pass-
"Why am I born as an angel?"
-centuries of clouds pass-
"Why am I... different?"
These voices echo throughout the sky-
into roots that remember
every life they've ever swallowed,
into blood that refuses
to forget a single drop,
into threads that
can never unravel,
into...
upon...
its own...
endternal...
reflection.
Thus, built upon oppression,
after oppression–
after oppression–
after oppression–
after oppression–
after…
r’üts: Another word for ‘roots’ but added with a sense of depth and complexity, symbolizing the enduring connection to one’s heritage or lineage through trauma or societal forces.
bludhymn: A word that combines “blood” and “hymn,” representing the collective suffering and identity tied to personal bloodlines as passed down through generations as curse.
endternal: Something that feels endless, but at the same time is unclear or unresolved.
