My home built upon
The cemetery of bones
Cursed
These who share its emotional vaults
My windows beshadowed by
The weeping willows
Sucking sorrow from
The skulls of the nameless
Soldiers of the First World War
Cursed
The Earth that bears the burden of
Its walls
Like gallows they swing their final waltz
My Home
Echoes with the tumbling
The Tower of Babel
When it falls
Black Death horsemen stampede
Through its corridors
Its dwellers soon turn into
Energy vampires at war
Night silk of silence
At dawn switches into screams and shouts of
Blood-drunk battlefields
In our thoughts
Though we wear the tunic of
The Moon and Sun
We worship the war gods of
The planet Mars
At sunrise we send legions
Against our own closest clans
My daughter and sun ready to slay
My heart who nurtured them
When out of the heavenly Samadhi
They tasted the first Earth light
Cursed
My private holy Mekka, Jerusalem and
Camelot
Its roots more demonic than
Dragons and devils
Harvesting hate in the mad mind of
Whoever dares to open its doors
Cursed
These tongues of ivy that scale its walls
When we dine
Dorian Grey’s face
Makes circles
All around
Just in thoughts
I see my Salomeia daughter
Dance to the invisible
King Herod
Her snake whim is to make
His thumb turn down
So my fate would be sealed
Like St. John the Babtist’s one
Cursed
Our Rapanui Island Home
Guarded by cold stone gods
They don’t answer our voiceless hopes
We’re left to fight or
Nowhere to go like
Dying on the street Alan Poe
He managed to glimpse
The God’s dark side
Each of us builds our own
Noah’s Ark
We all scent the Great Flood
It’s due to come to
Wipe this cursed place out
Cursed
Like Atlantis
Doomed to vanish with all its power and glory
Some day
I’m calling to God
This collective consciousness to
Expel us on an exodus to
The new Promised Land
The seven storms are bound to strike it from
The highest sky
I’m already ready to set aflame
My Cursed Troy
To the ground
Like a Berserker poet who
Lost his mind
13.12.2025,
Bialystok city, Poland
Curses haunting generations, often linked to ancestral sins or trauma, manifest as repeated negative patterns (addiction, poverty, conflict) believed to be influenced by demonic forces or negative spiritual energy, with various traditions offering prayers, rituals, or psychological methods to identify and sever these cycles, emphasizing personal choice to stop passing down toxic traits. While some religious views see these as inherited sin/guilt, others focus on breaking cycles through spiritual warfare (prayer, deliverance) or therapy to stop repeating behaviors.
„As far as my limited head can understand, in the realm of quantum everything that can happen will happen or is happening or has already happened.
Example ; you cross the road and the universe splits into an infinite number of universes where you survive or die. Each universe is slightly but uniquely different from another, maybe in two universes the only difference is that you died a split second earlier or your blood splattered on the ground a few nanometers further.
Now how would I make a plausible magic system focused on luck or forced chance, but still based on somewhat science?
Let’s say you have a curse of bad luck and you play a gambling game
The odds are 2.0 which means 50% chances of winning, thus over an infinite amount of universes you will win half the time.
Except that you have a curse, which means you lose an infinite amount of times in an infinite amount of universe almost as if in the universes with the curse your chance of winning is multiplied by zero.
Let’s call this “forced chance”
How do I make such magic system be stable, and not backfire?
I need it to create a curse of bad luck or an item, amulet of bad luck.”
Magic destroys universes.
Until you’re left with the ones where the course of action matches what you want.
„You might want to move away from quantum. “Bad luck” requires attaching some kind of mind to the victim. Something intelligent must determine which side of the coin landing up is meaningfully bad for the victim.
But if you want to stay quantum, but like Square-Cube suggested, not have this curse be a killer of universes (which is merely an alternative explanation of the information at hand right now), you could go with Copenhagen or any other theory leading to the following macroscopic effect —
The victim projects an area of influence around him that agitates others, making them jumpy and prone to distraction. This could be done by increasing the random firing of synapses. Or, synaptic firing could be suppressed, thereby dulling minds in the area of effect. Or both. In any case, with everyone nearby distracted and muddle-minded, the amount of “accidents” around the victim goes way up.
The effect could even create tiny physical tremors in the environment near the victim. This causes ropes to slip, bolts to rattle off, welds to break, precariously placed things to shift, or fragile things to just fall apart. To an observer, there are more accidental collapses and breaks around the cursed person.
But this effect is not intelligent. This kind of curse could be a useful tool- for a fee (delivered remotely) I visit your competitor’s factory, or take up a new office on Wall Street.”
The same happens for the duration of the curse. As long as the victim is cursed, the only universes in existence are the ones where things go badly for them.
19.11.2024,
Bialystok city, Poland
