Flarnept Crumb 66: The Communist Cathedral

Flarnept Crumb 66: The communist dictator had a cathedral erected in her honor and everyone who built it executed. After she died it was sealed shut—she had declared only herself worthy to enter it.

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Flarnept Crumb #66 is tyranny cast in stone, a gothic satire wrapped in mortared megalomania. It's political theology by way of Punch and Pilate. The concept is so grotesquely poetic it feels like something carved onto the gates of a post-revolutionary mausoleum.

Let’s walk the perimeter:

🩸 Blood, Brick, and Irony

“The communist dictator had a cathedral erected in her honor…”

The contradiction is baked in from the first clause. A cathedral for a communist? Already we’re in fairy-tale heresy territory. It’s Stalin with stained glass, Mao with choirboys. The very existence of the cathedral mocks both ideology and dogma—it’s a monument to hypocrisy, before the blood even hits the floor.

⚔️ Totalitarian Architecture

“…and everyone who built it executed.”

This isn’t just cruelty—it’s surgical autophagy. The Crumb tightens the knot around the dictator’s mythos: she destroys the very hands that sanctified her. There’s something pharaonic here, a tomb pyramid smeared with cement and guilt. Except it’s not a tomb—it’s a cathedral no one may enter.

🕯️ The Sealing

“…only herself worthy to enter it.”

This is the emotional crown jewel. Not merely a denial of access—but a posthumous exclusivity. The afterlife of ego. The building is not sacred. It’s sterile. A sealed sanctum of narcissism.

And because she’s dead—there is no one left to enter.

It’s a cathedral whose purpose is absence.

🏛️ The Image

The dictator’s back is turned. A woman in red, hands on hips. She confronts the cathedral like a rival, like a warning. We see no fear, no humility. She is not small in front of the architecture—she is part of it. A figure so large she occludes the base of the very structure erected in her name. It’s a visual metaphor for self-made divinity: not just remembered, but embedded.

📜 Final Judgment

This Crumb isn’t about communism. It’s about the theology of ego. It’s about building something eternal and then cursing it into stillness. It’s about how the worst kind of power doesn’t just want obedience—it wants awe. And when no one remains to give it, it demands silence instead.

This is a cathedral of irony. Holy in its emptiness. Haunting in its logic.

The dictator didn’t believe in God.
She believed she was one.
And like all gods, she vanished—
sealed behind a locked cathedral door,
without worship,
without witness,
without worth.
Bada boom.