Throne of Existential Abandonment
The holy water is befouled The sacred knives are dull Out of the womb and into submission What else is man but a flock of sheep? And what else do sheep give birth but sheep? A poisonous legacy they leave behind The poison chalice of servility Their own flesh and blood they pawn To poisoners and foes of the earth The heavenly with the forked tongues Every lunacy needs a host to thrive Young spirits, tame and soft Young flesh, it does not resist The little child, dehumanized and uprooted The knife cuts deep, the child it screams It shall calm his lust lifelong Just remember where you belong Forever a sheep, forever a slave The marking of the slave on its head The finger that created it shall rot A part of the flock and even in death not redeemed This is what they will preach to you Little child, look at these rusty chains Impetuous minds they will not hold for long Bethink and free yourself Take back, what was stolen The cults of death shall cease Deny them flesh and blood Starve them all to death Nobody left to preach To lose the chains of injustice And untie the chords of the yoke The holy water is befouled The sacred knives are dull Out of the womb and into submission
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
What is so bitter in your life your dispraisers You superfluous, you desolaters? You have devaluated life after all And you long so for death All life shall pass by they say Decease from the vale of tears Ascend into redemption Life is only suffering they say Hardly are they born, when they begin to die And long for doctrines Of lassitude and renunciation What is their gospel? The contempt for life Preachers of death Paradise they will not find Like a spark they will extinguish In a sea of darkness The spirit leaves the flesh forever Don't the masses have the ears for it? To eagerly absorb the preaching of death? To despise and hate this life? Doesn't the struggle tire them? Let them have their paradise? Let them attend to ending? That they extinguish their flame And cleansed the earth remains Let the superfluous be drawn away from life Drawn away by eternal life Shall their death wish come true Let them dissolve What is their gospel? The renunciation of life Dispraisers of life they are
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Do humans fear the truth? Or do they fear the will to truth? You shall become a child to realize What stands behind the heavenly things You shall become a child For the questions of a child unlock the world And let you see further Than any man before To rip away the veil of deceit To humiliate oneself To drum up the courage To drown your eyes in the blackness of space The throne of worlds is abandoned The dust of ages as an heir Still the blood of gods dropping down From the orphaned stone To ascend the stairs to eternity To carry the light with steady steps The universe that grasps itself A little, fearless light in the dark I was blind but now I see No gods above us Only space and time As far as the eye can reach Humiliated it has me and then elevated Made me the architect of my existence The sight of the empty throne A look in the mirror it was as well Who will feed our souls? Who will plant hope? Who will create and who will fight? Who if not us? What sense remains in fatherlessness? To give the earth an earth sense To suffer and laugh To die and live
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Who can curb a child? So naive, so bold Who can refuse to thirst his salvation? Is questioning not the sense of life? Is it not our nature? To stop at nothing? Even in death a question on our lips? The little minds say no Our good book knows the way Rough answers they give Rather non-answers It is a sin they say To look the great master over the shoulder Blind we shall remain and sheep This way we endure this life the best These gnomes spit on the tree Want to spoil our meal The apple is poisoned they say Sycophantic and blind Slobbering fools all of them Denegation of our nature Knowledge is disgrace they say
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
I wander the earth, light-footed and free The deepest vales, the highest peaks I call my home The grass that caresses my feet The water that bathes my countenance Touch the earth and smell the sky All is one and one is all So much sense, so much warmth For a starving soul Anything here that creeps and flies Was once a part of me and I of it As we arose from the earth's fold The scent, the feel, the sounds A universe of impressions To be relished and embraced The celebration of mere being I hail you sun, that you shall never tire on your path To nourish us with your love and warmth All life pays homage and your light Though you are so rich and don't need it Clear blackness upon me, with small bright isles Isles of pure light in a sea of darkness Isles, that gave birth to the smallest parts in me Stranded wanderers on a pale blue dot Connectivity and belonging Replace self-pity and regret A place to call home For me, for you We are the sons of stars Just by being alive
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Disappointed we turn away Our knowing glance penetrates the heavens Still the only answer Is the echo of our unheard calls Long ago we tamed the fire A godly spark failed to appear Built homes that resist the storm No spirit drove the nail I preach the new pride And the new humility as well A new consciousness A new grandeur There is warmth In abandonment Much community In aloneness Our sweat and our blood Soaked up by this earth We gave it not without delight The delight of the creator Our spirits free, intentions pure Our failure, so human, so real Jealous gods look at our grace Our compassion, a thorn in their flesh We don't need your false hope No illusion to drive us No threat to scare us No alleviation It was us who tamed the fire The external as well as internal We forged the key That opened us the gates of the world
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
We love death more than you love life Is a mind that so speaks astute? Or does a demon speak through him? A rotten idea it is! Slay the pagans wherever ye find them Is a book that so speaks of godly spirit? Or is it a blind homunculi speaking? An old shepherd's book it is! A god who would speak this way Would be no god A god of fools A god of the fatuous What worth is a human life? If it's degraded to a currency? A price for eternal life Not something that this life would deserve Bad ideas have to die Before people have to die for bad ideas They that sow the wind, shall reap the whirlwind Martyrdom is cynicism The renunciation from life The power of an idea Over humanity This is a war of ideas Not a war of peoples Joy against suffering Life against death
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Old gods once arose From sand, from blood, from fear Grim and dreadful was their kind A foe of man who devised them Three gods An unholy trinity Just agony and fear They bring in abundance What is the real original sin? What fool committed it? Who has infected humanity? With the triumvirate's toxin? Conceived as saviors They became the worst scourge The reek of the corpse piles Spread through the ages Our blind faith Makes our souls lame Makes our hearts cold A blind delusion that infests us Our shaking swords Thirst for blood Our frenzy doesn't know friend from foe Our gods ask for blood is all we know The cross, the star, the moon The marks of our disgrace The marks of our downfall If we don't want to be their downfall The ghosts of the past Fear the light The light of our ascension Let our light be their ruin
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
I wander the ancient paths Weightless, head held high A liberator am I, a sinner About to commit the last sin The stars above me Do they foresee what is to happen? Do they want to stop the end? Or do they warm my heart with callousness? The years have nourished my wrath Suffocated my doubts Gave rise to certitude The last war, to end all wars The holiest shall die To keep us alive The fury shall end Peace, finally peace To show god mercy would be sin His blood will nourish our souls The dagger will wound us too But we shall recover His pain will be our pain But the pain shall acquit our essence Suffocate our arrogance and blindness From darkness light shall arise My curiosity shall be my dagger My doubts shall be my shield The imposter lies defeated His days are numbered To go beyond oneself To be fully human No shackles anywhere No gods, no masters
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Our wrath is an untilled field A nutritious soul For the seed of change The time of harvest has come The birth of my kind Is the dawn of a new age The negation of the holy The sanctification of the earthly I dance on the graves Of all the shepherds and prophets Freedom is to be taken Not to be given I reevaluate all values I am the great discoverer I wipe the shame away I am the great liberator Now behold the fatuous Who hide their faces in fear Who moan and howl Under the burden of my gospel What shall we do now in a world A world without values Does that make the world valueless? Or does it beg for a value smith? Hear my laughter well All you slave drivers As my laughter erodes The stone of your godly monuments My words are bombs To the palaces My thoughts are cure For those suppressed Hear my laughter well All you gods and ghosts As my laughter is Your downfall I kill the gods I am the great mind I love this life I am a walking bastion of blasphemy
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026