Manifesto of Kraft

Klarheit gave me eyes.

I saw:
Eyes torn open.
My mother sewed my mouth shut.
Still, I refused to love her.
Villagers threatened me with fire.
But I chose the witch's dance.
Because I see.
Because I remember.

Kraft gives me fists.

I will not kneel before a master.
I don't beg to feel whole again.
I will make myself one.
Become a pitch black forge.
Hammer pain into Kraft.

Heart.
Womb of fire.
Eat my pain.
Breath.
Host of strength.
Clear my way.

I do not wait for fortune.
I do not wait for peace.
I do not dream away.
I am the weight.

I am the one who unchains me
from the grey gods' needles.
When death asks me to lie
I die standing, turn me to salt.

The world threw me into this madness
and gave me golden poison to forget.
I crushed their horns, broke their tongues.
Alone, but too dangerous to despair.

My body obeys the sharpened mind.
My mind runs free in red waters.
Like molten iron is reborn to steel,
The godless stars fuse in me–
Give birth to Kraft, which fear hates most

I was not made to survive.
I was made to craft the arts.
To fight through the madness.
To care for the audience of one.

To summon.
To bind.
To break.
Or die.

All my pain is memory.
Fragments floating in time.
Bridge to weakness:
Sealed, forgotten.

They burned the world.
I carved my name into ash.
I ate it.
They cut out my tongue.
Now my bleeding mouth
narrates their nightmares.
Until, in their thirst for peace,
they choke on blood.

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