un diablo roto llamado Marx (abridged)

“Marx and Engels - Berlin 2008” (C) Geoff Hall

Marx is a poltergeist

a broken devil.

He cries out from

the tower of his lofty ego...

“The world which bulks

between me and the Abyss

I will smash to pieces

with my enduring curses.”[1]

This is not love talk, but

a disdain for himself and the world.

He will not try to seduce you

but will rape you of all innocence.

But then,

“I’ll throw my arms around

its harsh reality:

Embracing me, the world will

dumbly pass away,”

He gives out a warning,

but such an embrace will

smother you and you will

fall with him into the arms

of the Abyss.

And in case you are still enamoured with this Bourgeois ego, dressed up in black sheep’s clothing...he promises a journey to end all journeys...

“And then sink down

to utter nothingness,

Perished with no existence...”

The journey is fully orbed

like Dante’s circles of Hell,

back to the Abyss from

whence it came.

From whence it came?

It is but in reality

a short ride across

the abyss of his

diabolical ego.

He wants to destroy

the whole world to satiate

his being.

But he was mistaken, for,

in thinking he was looking

at the world, he was gazing

into a mirror and seeing

his own soul.

The nothingness of his own existence,

and his bourgeois fetish for power.

For if the world does not

conform to his image, then

he must destroy it.

This is what happens when

you chase the shadow of your broken self.

Broken people will follow this Shade,

because they see in Marx, their own shattered selves;

a shadow that feeds off self-loathing and hate.

It appears that there are many people who suffer

from this darkened state of hate.

People who follow the True Self, have no need of Marx.

 But such is the Will to Power,

abandon hope, all ye that follow this path.

So, I must ask you, why embrace a destroyer of worlds; Abaddon’s Child?

I would venture that it can only be done, if you hate yourself.

But we were made for love and not hate,

for compassion and not suspicion.

for tenderness and not violence.

We were born creators and not destroyers for this world.

[1] The quote is from Marx’s ‘Oulanem’ - a poetic drama.

Jack Stanza