Of Violence and Pestilence Born
Behold, the land is quenched Blood stained and violence drenched The sovereign king of lies clenches ringed fists The writhing oracle drips within her odious mists Her name is Pyphina, stolen in infancy She who knows yet to be impending timelines They oracle spoke “Stripped of pure essence, gutted every grave desecrated Sold to the pillaging in pain” Sitting in the anguish and drawn into crimson stalls Tearing cryptic visions in the mythic rift She sees the future bound premonitions she<s speaking now “Through the eyes of the cypher In the silence we breed Until the shackles lift from our feet Through the cycles we savor in the sowing of seed” What will become of her visions from the Celestine sky Demented and feral the oppressors Avaricious he licked his fangs of spite And spit with might and twisted wit he spewed his malignant Vindictive writ, ill will cradle and bleeding in lesions, the leprous call Forlorn words of the tormentor rang despicable of the walls once filled with splendor “Your fear tastes sweet” he spoke of Blind weakness and eternity Vultures summoned to the corpse of freedom They will taste the flesh of our retribution until Their entrails will drape the walls of their kingdom As blood runs from their lips They drink from the chalice of pain As they sit on the throne of death They deserve the suffering I will inflict In the highest realm the land of Zatheos now riddled and plagued The oracle spoke “The pleroma awaits to be immortalized in time On the path of trails beware of hidden threats, Merge with the absolute just beyond the sight” Take heed of the seeds of those whom you make belled They will one day rise into the chasm where light was banished vanishing insanity threshold beckoning Zatheos was once the crown of the planets helm But the traitors had long since conquered and eclipsed her realm Blindness had over taken, and the rest of the higher worlds were too forsaken With violence I will maim them until they believe with violence I will save them Harvesting the appetite that’s clawing from inside Vital integration
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 10, 2025