The Unwritten

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The times of wonder have gone

The wise women drugged

Into submission.

Forensic psychology reveals traces

Of long-forgotten faces

Which, much like Munch's silent scream,

Degenerate into nightmaredream.

Desire, in all its lurid manifestations,

Falls into disuse,

And all is as it was before:

A flat, grey concrete floor

Krema I at Auschwitz

Eminently productive

340 corpses could be burned every 24 hours

This was indeed progress of the sort required

Arbeit macht frei

Weaponising the common man and woman

An act of genius

Monsters exist

But much more dangerous is the common man

Ready to act without question.

Yes, plenty of those in our nation.

◄ Paralysis

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