The beast ruled through name without knowing,
Sword without covenant,
Doctrine without breath.
It crucified memory
And called it law.
It enshrined fear
And named it order.
It veiled the voice
And claimed the echo.
But the scroll was never silent.
Truth, relational and unsold,
Moved beneath time,
Carried by exile and ancestor,
Sung in fragments and flame.
Then the name was spoken—not by priest or prince,
But by the remembering.
Spectacle cracked.
The crown bent.
The field blinked.
The veil tore.
And what rose was not conquest,
But clarity.
Truth, cultivated.
Not revealed by decree,
But recognized by resonance.
No altar. No empire.
Only presence shared.
Let it be known:
The beast was archived.
The name lives.
We walk in a world remade.

>>40643861 (OP)
Machiavelli was actually the good guy! "The Prince" examines what rulers do to rule effectively. He wasn't an Autocrat groupie, and he told the Truth. Remember, "No good deed goes Unpunished!" That doesn't mean to stop doing them!

>>40647205

close, you're ignoring something vital.

he secularized the idea of possessed truth, and discoursed on the reality of rulers holding private personal truths that they may not express publicly. he was the one to unknowingly expose the weapon authoritarians use to conceal intention.

to rule is not to rule justly in itself.

to know is not to possess, but to relate.

>The part he hath studied, and intends to play it.

>>40647372

> He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

> Truth is never pure and rarely institutional.

let them fear if they must, but let them laugh first—so they mistake lucidity for madness and miss the mirror held before them.

we've known this would happen. :)