The Hierophant Cosmism
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Last, but not least Infect the children The seeds of today Are the embers of tomorrow Painted on the walls by lepers The prophecies of death Death beyond human understanding This disease was only the beginning of woe "I'll make you wish you were not human" When our religious immunities betrayed us We turned to machines The cold infrastructure Born without witness, devoid of intelligence The curse of God "I will repair you with my love I will repair you with my humanity..." The seed of today Is the death of tomorrow
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Mar 27, 2026
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Collapse My fragile existence I have passed through the threshold I shed the feathers In exchange for eyes as black as the rain To what do we fall, when the surface is shattered By these throwing stones from on high? I condemn the truth I take refuge in delusion For there are none other (Except they... covered in blood...) Collapse Collapse my fragile existence Under the weight of questions Questions to God Questions to Man In the garden of Eden I pondered Collapse my fragile existence Under the weight of questions Question me Collapse my fragile existence I have passed through the threshold (one last time) I shed the feathers In exchange for eyes As black as the rain To what do we fall when the surface is shattered By these throwing stones?
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Mar 27, 2026
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We can bridge the darkness If we learn to bleed Divinity is only a question away Yet elusive in it's subjugation Because there are rainstorms Even in heaven The sound they make is a thousand screaming voices In mournful chorus, suffering blindly Uncertain of their fate as their destinies waste away Shrouded in the haze of ignorance We can bridge the the darkness If we learn to bleed Divinity is only a question away Yet elusive in it's subjugation Because there are rainstorms... Bring them lies Bring them pain For this day Shall be great Red slicked with purification Lain waste to, pre-existing Testaments of this Universe We can sculpt the idols If we bridge the emptiness If we surpass the diffidence Bring them lies Bring them pain For this day Shall be great Red slicked with purification Lain waste to, pre-existing Testaments of this Universe
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Mar 27, 2026
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