Anti-Competition Manifesto
written by: Vítor Souza
May I hold and bite
the hands that feed me?
May I be the King of a god,
the unshattered
soul amongst a broken
mirror.
But oh, how deeply
I fall into nothingness,
how steep is my decay.
How long I mourn my
soul!
The wind of a Sunday
doesn’t strike me down
as a branch on fire,
simply rejecting
looking down to
the flames.
Shall I accept death
as a long time partner?
Or should I kill it
with the desire of living?
Maybe with a singular
breath I shall be welcomed
by thy who made me
King – none such exist.
Shall I crown myself –
and be my own god?
Shall I seize creation by its crown?
But what is good in
being a mere god?
I shall be everything!
From a single grain
of imperial dust,
to the starships that bring
suns to their death.
May I see this entire Universe,
in and out.
Even Heaven and Hell.
When the world dies old,
When the multiverse collapses,
When all of reality is found dead,
I shall be
the one who remains!
And by the end,
I will finally be free
to cry at my own.
Feeling this burden
of commanding creation
down my neck.
Oh thy Ocean – who thinks he
can have a glimpse of my majesty.
Thou Wind, do you really
think? Maybe your breeze
has gone through my tornado unnoticed.
Mr. Brick, are you my opposition?
A mere wall to transfer into forgotten ashes.
May you all fight an
unfair fight,
and may you all
lose.
So I’ll step back
from my podium,
look down,
and still remember:
I’m just beginning.
- Anti-Competition Manifesto - February 8, 2026
