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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather
The strangest thing about human desire is its capacity to clothe illusion in the radiance of truth. We behold the caramel glow of skin, the flowing mane of hair, the whispered “Papi” that promises to uproot mountains, and we name it beauty—perhaps even salvation. Yet beneath the sunlit surface lies an upside-down dimension, a realm where warmth is merely the finest mirage cast by hidden vengeance.

The soul, drawn inexorably toward the light, mistakes the heated ray for nourishment, watering a garden long deprived, only to discover that the beams scorch rather than revive. In this dance of attraction and deception, we reveal our deepest fragility: the willingness to trade the integrity of our own essence for the fleeting illusion of connection. Thus, the ultimate strangeness lies not in her manipulative intent, but in our quiet refusal to surrender. To withhold the soul is not mere defense; it is the silent affirmation of an inner equilibrium that no external force—no matter how seductive—can truly displace. In guarding what cannot be twisted, we acknowledge a deeper truth: genuine radiance needs no possession, and true gardens bloom not from borrowed suns, but from the steady light we cultivate within. The strangest, and perhaps most liberating, thing is this unyielding core that observes the illusion, feels its pull, and yet remains unmoved—forever one in a million, not because it is rare, but because it chooses to remain whole.

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Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather

Power no longer hides in shadows it flickers on our screens, injected into daily life while we run the wheels built for someone else’s amusement. Eyes open, minds on cruise, we mistake repetition for truth and noise for freedom. Epstein becomes a symbol of the rot behind the curtain, where influence circulates quietly, systems feed

Intro:This poem descends into the moment betrayal is no longer hidden and rage learns to speak. What begins as loyalty rots into illusion, and from that fracture, wrath is born—not as chaos, but as intention. Read with caution: this is the anatomy of a soul pushed past forgiveness. Outro:And when the echoes fade, what remains

In the relentless tick of the wristwatch, time reveals its cruel indifference—Father Time eroding youth, flesh, and fragile hopes into dust, while death lingers like an inevitable embrace. This piece confronts the quiet terror of running out of moments for authentic love, crushed instead by the heavy, hollow weight of lust and repeated defeats. What

This poem is for people haunted by eyes that once sparkled with wonder, now overflowing with ruin. She chose and obsessed—to go to the soul cage.I wrote this once I saw: love without real caution is just code waiting to flood.Faith sank deeper when pretence ended and her obsession met my disarray.No sermon here just

The poem “Eminently…” by Joseph Le Artist captures the double-edged nature of ecstasy: an overwhelming force that initially electrifies the soul and psychology but ultimately acts as a curse, pinning the speaker down like a fallen angel chained to earth. This intoxicating high feeds vices, nightmares, and a once-heartless existence, revealing itself as bondage rather