The Archon Wears A Smile

The Archon does not always arrive in darkness.

Sometimes it arrives in a laboratory.

Sometimes it arrives in a courtroom.

Sometimes it arrives with a budget

and a declassified file

that confirms what the ones who named it

were called insane for naming

twenty years before the admission.

The Archon wears whatever face

opens the door.

They dosed the ones who could not consent to dosing

Called the fracturing of minds a research yield

The program ran for decades under classified designation

The Archon of Judgment in the laboratory sealed

Cointelpro dismantled every voice that named the mechanism

The infiltration of the ones who saw the wire

The Demiurge administrating through the institution

That called its own atrocities

A necessary fire

The smile is the most sophisticated mask

The Archon ever wore

The handshake and the podium

The press release and the hearing

Where they answer every question

With the answer

That admits just enough

To close the door

The Archon wears a smile above the classified atrocity

The emanation of the Demiurge in the corridors of trust

Every program run on those who had no knowledge of the program

Every sovereign self reduced to data

And to dust

I name the dark emanation operating through the vessel

I name the Archon underneath the institutional face

The Gnostic working pulls the mask from what is hiding

And speaks the true name

Into open space

The forever war is the Archon of War unmasked completely

No manufactured pretext holds the scrutiny of time

The weapons sent to conflicts that were seeded by the senders

The destabilized nation as the Demiurge's design

The blood cost lands on those who had no vote on the working

The citizen finances both the wound and the machine

The Archon of Desire keeps the population consuming

While the Archon of War

Keeps the century obscene

The Archon wears a smile above the classified atrocity

The emanation of the Demiurge in the corridors of trust

Every program run on those who had no knowledge of the program

Every sovereign self reduced to data

And to dust

I name the dark emanation operating through the vessel

I name the Archon underneath the institutional face

The Gnostic working pulls the mask from what is hiding

And speaks the true name

Into open space

Belial walks in the halls of the illegitimate authority

Bael governs from the hidden seat of power

Andromalius — revealer of hidden crimes and wickedness —

Is the only Archon working in our favor

The Kenoma administrates through human vessels

The ones who hold the office hold the emanation too

The dark entity inside the institution

Is not metaphor

It is the mechanism

Moving through

The file was declassified.

The admission was made.

The program was real.

The Archon was named.

And the naming

does not bring back

what was taken.

But it ends

the pretense

that it never happened.

Veritas Vox.

The voice of truth

does not require

their permission

to speak.