Category: Poetry

Hello, Mr. Anderson,Are you ready to begin?The code is set, the stage is laid,The matrix hums beneath your skin. A digital dawn breaks over binary seas,On ones and zeros your world is spun,You’re just a whisper in the algorithm,A shadow under a simulated sun. The city buzzes with electric veins,Pixels mimic life outside your door,But…

In the beginning, the firmament lay bare, for there was naught but the void to witness. “Hell is empty,” saith the prophet, for the infernal pits of torment have been abandoned by their denizens. The abyss, once aflame with eternal wrath, now stands desolate, save for the echo of forgotten cries. Yet the heavens weep…