Segregata from Avant-Noir by Entropy In Motion

Every empire fractures the same way—
lines drawn sharper than memory allows.
Language becomes a callous wall,
and neighbors learn to speak in enemies’ vows.


Division is an old invention,
sharpened first in temples, then in courts.
Power is simplest when scattered—
a thousand small fires, never one torch.


History shows the fractured rhythm:
bread is withheld, then voices divide.
The strong inherit loyalty by conquest,
the rest inherit silence as a guide.


And yet, fracture is not the end—
faultlines mark where pressure hides.
If we read them as warnings, not weapons,
we learn how the earth still tries to unite.

• Rock
• instrumental
• instrumental guitar
• La Jara