Nietzsche Villanelle
Round and round the lantern swings, Embrace the beast, burdened. The abyss, it sings, it sings.
Onto the last remnant of sanity I cling, A god, rambling gibberish in my dark room. Round and round the lantern swings,
O’er the mountains, with his sling, Dionysus undone and unbecome. But the abyss, like a siren, it sings, it sings!
Family ties me up with strings, The Crucified, though my thoughts are pure. Round and round the lantern swings,
A tapestry of madness, brought down by kings, Alas, I am dead because I am stupid! But the abyss, it sings! it sings!
When I touch it, it stings! Round and round the lanterns swings! Until it hovers over the abyss, bliss it brings! The abyss - IT LAUGHS! IT SCREAMS!
Posted Mar 27, 2025, 6:42 PM UTC
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