Menhir

And as the dawn left an imprint on the firmament And at the first sign of madness Grandeur mistake It's the birth of a dying age Praised for its beauty The entity born reveled unknowingly Merging dimensions Slowly arose It's the birth of a dying age The signs were obvious Yet ignorance shrouded them In our first utterance Ignoring all but one Crestfallen shapes Universes turn axially in dismay A turn of silence Was bestowed upon them all The signs were obvious Yet ignorance shrouded them In our first utterance Echoes the truth Prophecies now aligned Ignoring all but one Showing the coming Nothing was seen

Now this is when our soul sings to the everlasting source, un-evolved through ageless bodies in circles swarm, until it speaks again, the rebirth. Without a sign the ground spins further from us, the unknown depths, unexplored into the waves, the structure of our failure, superior minds arose. Now worlds will define worlds as we're born, now time will define that nothing remains undone. As we dig we drown in soil from our graves abound, deservingly through our bodies in empty space never to speak again, our final breath. Now worlds will define worlds as we're born, now time will define that nothing remains undone. The borderless reincarnation burned in effigy, the center of all unchained reversed collisions, a storm within a storm.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath the blinding folds of madness with pounds of flesh consumed by all the silent world beckons the gods the omniverse begins anew our future is vexed The mind wretches wretches to nothingness watch the flames as earth splits into fire The remains blood inverted signs of a dying prophecy all born of a certain swarm The silent watchers unanimous with steady pace consuming all the taste of time beckons us as we evolve into a new age The mind wretches wretches to nothingness watch the flames as earth splits into fire The remains blood inverted signs of a dying prophecy all born of a certain swarm freeze one second buried beneath ocean dust knowledge lost in disillusioned skies

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The final creation speaks to its creator the translation to perfection will commence without limbs nor eyes rushing into demise toppled cities dehumanise Baptized blood empty mind sterile world under waves Further awar from the answer tearing at basic foundations gazing in awe at ourselves reflecting in soulless mirrors raging automatons all blueprints dismissed new construct begins reconstruction unleashed The final creation speaks to its creator the translation to perfection will commence gazing in awe at ourselves reflecting in soulless mirrors raging automatons all blueprints dismissed new construct begins reconstruction unleashed devour these gray skies Machina arise fragile life empty mind Knowledge lost under waves

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Numerous bodies turning away a dying empty icon of the sun trapped inside the murmur of others towers fall, bleeding out the blood of ancient times Open the gates strive ahead a new chaos rapture nothing is true Hear our last wish - as the entire city sets ablaze see us, perish - as the entire city sets ablaze The creators of time have unveiled the answer without connection in all that is said and done we are an entity set in stone Hear our last wish - as the entire city sets ablaze see us, perish - as the entire city sets ablaze

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Short time surge we see existence burn swallowed whole, yet still we know our place unaware of the impending end swallowed whole where power beats philosophy in our existence eternal (we crawl into our shells) compromised by the weight of time (knowledge lost) and when the cycle is over (we crawl into our shells) compromised by the weight of time (knowledge lost) Further from us without grasp of reality with useless eyes we are shrunk into nothingness no purposeleft unknowingly the world departs ascending storms yet we still know our place in our existence eternal (we crawl into our shells) compromised by the weight of time (knowledge lost) and when the cycle is over (we crawl into our shells) compromised by the weight of time (knowledge lost)

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

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