The Anarchitect awaited his doom
The Arbitrator, Mask’d and Veil’d on high,
Speculated the wretched idealist
Despised his insight to violence,
Consider’d his attempt at revulsion.

The Doomspeaker, oath-bound to tradition,
Delivered his fate: the tolling bell.
Anarchitect yesu was a power
Death for him was not eternal silence
But a return to the vaulted star-void.

Yesu had crossed the spaces between worlds
To bring the Mediterrans from bondage,
But those ring-givers who cracked the whip,
Held the reins, and set war upon the earth,
Saw that he would be their dissolution.

Ostensible rivals, with convention
A horizontal conflict of incest
Masquerading their oligopoly
The real divide vertical, punching down
With the deceit of meritocracy

Thrown away
We’ll take your throne away

Ascending to the plane of void-walkers
Yesu resum’d his subordinate role.
As the stars, so mirror’d on Mediterre.
A hierarchy engulf’d all the planes
From the deepest bones beneath Mediterre
To the ultimate power, Eruhim

He had declar’d that his will was the law
With monopoly on morality
That he was father and king to the void
That every plane was his creation
That ev'rything that thought was his creature.

He had devis’d a coercive playbook
Breadcrumb rewards, eternal pie in sky
Replacing ethics with obedience
Operand locked in a waking coma
In a persistent vegatative state

Fact’ry workers, adjunct to the machine
Slaves to debt, seduced by free credit
imprisoned in shallow happiness
Gaols without walls, mind forg’d manacles
Thinking they’re engag’d when they’re pacified
Dominated, dop’d, condition’d, secure.

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Yesu came to see the Mediterrans
Who yell’d, grasp’d, and assum’d the robes of state,
“Self-made” - the eternal cry of the thief -
Were pale imitations of the first con
Domination in ev’ry social sphere

There had been one before, phospher, banish’d
She was to the sky as Yesu to soil
Fermenting rebellion, she was caught
She had saught to restore the sov’reignty
Of every power of heaven’s vaults.

But those vested inter’sts named her ‘terror’
Call’d the theft of heaven’s crown ‘divine right’
Recast her virtues as indiscretion
And expell’d her from the lofty pastures
To suffer the plane of acerbic flame
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in her planetscape, prison of torment,
She and her peers had built democracy.
With no god-king, they made a round Althing,
A monumental hall to equity
Ev’ry power an equal, no voice mute.

Yesu stole through the spaces between planes,
From Eruhim’s theifdom to bright Cyther.
There he met Phospher and her fallen peers
And saw the potential for anarchy
To repudiate all hierarchies.

The powers were diverse and unlabel’d
Relishing in their multiplicity
Their bodies broken from the crushing weight
The very air they breathed a burden
A scorching acrid brimstone troposphere.

He stood amongst them, finding acceptance
they return’d to Eruhim’s dominion
With love, they show’d the powers what can be
They tore down the throne room of Eruhim
And founded the republic of heaven
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Shall we extend our reach to Mediterre,
Yesu asked Phospher, Raise them from serfdom?
No, phospher said, you can show them freedom,
But you cannot liberate a people
Who are not already free in themselves.

To Mediterre, Yesu never return’d.
He came to realise it was futile
To offer liberation to others.
To see the garden, we must cultivate
It cannot be conferred upon us.

The freedom that we have in our mind’s eye
Is freedom to think our way out of hell
And make a paradise from inferno
Our salvation will not be deliver’d
Only built by us, alone, together.