Ophidian Henosis

Overflowing with an absence of will And thus, I am defined It's no great marvel that lost men Stood beneath skies torn by gaudy starlight And shrank under the weight of the infinite That they gave that nothingness a name And fell to their knees before its might to worship it The tyrannical, uncaring personification of the void. Burdened by freedom They constructed their own prison and damned their descendents to eternal interment. And I am like them A coward before the vastness of nothingness Crippled by the mocking sting of guilt Dragged down by the burning expanse of emptiness that weights in us all Consumed by it, I've watched meaning slowly tortured until it becomes meaningless in itself A twisted relic from an incomprehensible past. The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of endless struggle The only true defeat is surrender The only true death if submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of bitter rage The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of burning sorrow

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Crawling through the clawing, sucking mire of defeat Ever upward, ascending to unattainable heights Towards the self I see it at the apex - triumphant and calm With every pace, I slip back two more But still I climb with aching muscles. Below, the gloom is warmed by the dazzling fires of apathy And the masses pass me by, fleeing the self on shambling limbs Descending towards the lights Their faces merged into a rictus of vacant, asinine contentedness. And I'm tempted to join them I confess in moments of weakness and despair, I've let myself slip back, towards the warmth Some stop to converse, but their tongue is as alien to me as the screeching of the crow They are politely oblivious to the bloodied, soiled carcass That I drag behind me with a taut golden line Yet still they leave gladdened, ever towards the lights And I continue upward My dragging body becomes heavy as the detritus builds up If only I had the will to severe that golden cable, to float at ease toward the self But I lack the courage That is my burden.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I've seen beauty blossom, and permeate brightly through this sphere Only to putrefy and cover the earth with its ashes I've felt the hopeless despair of the finite And the crushing weight of doubt I turn inwards, with heavy lidded ajna A blurred and filthy lens And with the purging of ego, I'm overcome with ecstasy And enveloped in blinding light Without decay, beauty becomes banality There is only one eternal strand Fluctuating The surging mass of desultory life Moved by spurious forces through channels of stone Is more frightening to me than the embrace of death But without that fear, there can be no strength So I reject the hungry arms of death again Only through suffering can we know true joy Only through blindness can we behold true light. I detach from the nimbus of occlusion And tear through Maya with merciless attrition The curse of the enlightened is that they're blind to their own elevation Vnable to perceive it through grimed lenses. We will always be despised by the spiritually impoverished Just as the immured detest the few beyond the bounds of their prison

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Shatter the illusions That rot like a plague within Project the shards outward To tear through veils of delusion Cornering weakness Delve into its depths Exacerbate the wound Vntil strength blossoms from its corpse. The spirit yearns to ascend Straining against its bonds Cables drawn taut Still firmly rooted in the carcass of weakness A phoenix in fetters but the yearning The desire to ascend Is the seed That will grow to shatter these chains The spark Of the metamorphic conflagration Onward now to blacker hells To bleaker spheres of desolation To conquer misery Another vassal in service to this burgeoning strength Absorbing every failure With ungovernable strength Nauseated by this cloud of feeble, mephitic will I return to black faith.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Embracing chaos Imbued with its fury Transcending planes of stagnation Mastering vicissitude Transmitting it to strength Throwing off the veil of weakness To realise that what I've perceived As the walls of my prison Are the keys to liberation Led astray by languor I've neglected solitude, sorrow and rage I've suppressed the eternal call of darkness In favour of this anemic half-life Everything I despise But this frailty is only a mask Concealing burning rage I see it disintegrate in ashes with the rekindling of a supine spirit I'll shed no tears for those Who have volunteered for vassalage For those who wallow in weakness The embers of rage have kindled I forge a glacial path From life unto death.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Emerging from unplumbed blackness Cloaked in filth and horror Emblazoned with untold miseries Deny hope Your shrines are hollow Rejecting extraneous salvation Seeking redemption within Torturing failure until it becomes victory Nurturing the unknown Vntil it becomes wisdom Rise from the corpse of solace Profane metempsychosis Wielding the anguish that burns inwardly Strike out and transcend My only sin has been submission But true growth requires the blackest sin Strike out and ascend Becoming my weakness Becoming my fear Becoming the enemy To realise true potential And the extent of fortitude Blind to the writhing mass Grasping for hollow scraps And siphoning pride from the deeds of another I master fate A coronation of suffering I sacrifice meekness At the altar of true will Adorned with the regalia of death Bearing the putrid insignia of the horror of the void I reign over this decrepit path With ophidian obdurateness

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Battling the monad of despair Atop the corpses of man's every hope Beneath vacant banners Shattered against the walls Burning with every inevitable defeat Armouring the spirit in the vestments of desolation Reborn from the ashes of relentless vanquishment The seed of incipient triumph Germinating in the vestiges of ultimate defeat The only true defeat is surrender The only true death is submission There are no martyrs here Ours is the path of glorious triumph.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025