Déjà vu: Roadmap to the Abyss

HOF – The battle isn’t against an external enemy—not with armies or wars. It unfolds quietly within us, when the smallest parts of our souls grow weary of resisting our own wickedness. We let the rats of fear and fatigue fester, gnawing away at the cry for justice. With a thousand invisible daggers, they slice at the core of who we are. Only then is the human truly defeated—not by a sword, but by surrendering to the rot inside.

Exhausted and overwhelmed by the horror of our own undoing, we seek someone else—a Caesar, a savior—to shoulder the burden of preserving our humanity. In our desperation, we hand over the crisis to a select few narcissists. They thrive in the void, manipulating us into opposing sides on the timeless chessboard of power.

We quit the battle because it’s easier to play their game.

We’ve seen this before—in history, in ourselves. We have always killed the greatest among us—saints, prophets, those who dared to fight for the essence we abandoned. History makes no room for the immortal. Every great human, every strong soul, eventually crumbles beneath the weight of their own evils, and ours.

Our self-denial is a volcano of blood, and we burn within it, disappearing like smoke. Our lives disintegrate into fragments—bones, shattered skulls left in the ruins of a forgotten struggle. The sun no longer shines upon us, and the darkness never lifts. Black clouds suffocate us, heavy with the promise of rain, but the rain never falls. Our hearts have turned to stone, and the blood that once sustained us fades into a colorless, lifeless stream.

And still, we search the world for more power, thinking salvation lies in dominion. But we are deceived. All the tales of greatness—of nations, of revolutions—are nothing more than a child’s scribbles, erased with a careless hand. We breathe the same air, yet remain alone, diluted by the illusion of collective purpose, shackled within a fragile bubble of false unity. We’ve betrayed ourselves to build this self-defeating alliance, a fortress of denial.

Now, we watch those who still cling to their fragile humanity burn like candles in an endless tunnel, lighting the way through our inevitable decline.