Collective: The Shape of He to Come

Praise thee, Azalea Unquenchable conqueror Reclaimer of verdant rule God of upheaval The upheaval of Nature over all Hail thee, Azalea Great adversary Opposing the path of doom Countering the human folly The folly of self-destruction I exalt thee, Azalea Procreator of the messiah He who shall mark the floral apocalypse The guiding light to glory The eternal glory of the Verdant Realm

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

It runs across the soil And through the branches of the trees O'er the canopies upon the hills And into the depths of the sea It can be seen in the paths of birds And in the rising of the waters The shape of he to come It can be felt in the air And heard in the growing silence A murmur of he who is to come The messiah of the end Figurehead of the apocalypse And herald of the Budding Dawn Out of a race doomed Nature chooses its hero Flesh and flora unite A champion from the damned For he is the avatar The last remnant of man The final vestige of a race turned to dust Flora grows from flesh As humanity falls away Symbolic of armageddon's rise The shape of he to come The shape of he to come

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Glory be to Flora, the divine Embodiment of the unseen That which makes what is That which balances all All that represents The truest knowable god Hail thee True one Modern Man the oppressor He who tests the balance He who pushes it to break apart He who shall be wiped away Nature and Man reconciled As the latter falls to dust Balance restored by forces primordial Fathomless to mortal comprehension Herald the coming of the Verdant Messiah The false, the self-made gods will fall Into an abyss of their creation The time of surfeit is coming An upheaval of wrath approaches When the land ceases to be pillaged The earth misused and perverted Resources devoured without sense Only then shall Nature and Man be reconciled Perhaps in death, perhaps in life Perhaps as a font for a flower to grow Man will be instrumental in what is to come When flora reconquers the earth Can the oppressors change their view And exalt something bigger than themselves Can the tide be turned before nature exacts revenge Will Mankind consume itself into oblivion Trampling what keeps it alive Spitting on its gift What has been granted shall be taken away As the Earth marshals its forces Only when Humanity’s blight is at an end Shall the Deer lie down beside Man And the verdant again can grow Only when Humanity can see its place Its true role in the grand scheme Can armageddon be averted

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Cause and reaction They would not listen They continued their path of destruction Unabated Unheeding the signs Stumbling ahead selfishly See how they are wiped away

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Here, upon my living throne of Veltheimia My cathedra of emerald and red I await the time of the great passing (Into which the world shall be led) The end of the era of the slow death Into an infinite time of glory Closing the age of waste The earth draws new breath Surrounded by my future kin, I wait My floral brethren sole companions And the fauna with which they live Symbiotically they thrive Guided by voices am I The words of master Azalea Directing my purpose For the glory of the Budding Dawn I am promised a place amongst them An equal in the continuum of chlorophyll Conscious yet drifting All of one mind Each with his own role Each with his perfect place Existing blissfully In an endless cycle of reincarnation Reborn forever as one of the Verdant Realm Drifting glacially in Nature’s utopia I am to be granted a place in the vegetal horde In a perfect balance Living, dying, and falling to the earth To rise anew War and hate curse them all Death by their own hands Nature revolts Tides shall rise All shall be wiped away Watch them die from my throne Alone I sit as their world ends The suffering shall end When the oppressors come to pass I shall watch them crawl to their doom From my haven of green Where fauna is my kin From my cathedra of emerald and red Surrounded by floral brethren Upon Veltheim’s throne Shall I wait

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I am meant to outlast them all The tyrants of the slow death I shall be the last trace Of their doomed race For my labor I am to join them, rewarded Within the continuum, eternal To become one of the myriad, immortal To join consciousness in endless bliss

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025