Tranquility of Death

When feeble men ruled a paradox was born No longer enthralled in front of power and might, but wanting to kneel for the weakness: God as a representative of the lowest of men! Like foul excrement on display for cheap amusement A submissive jew nailed to the croess - a god of the lowest of men! Who else could kneel and weep in front of such disgrace if not the fallen and failed examples of species? Helplessly crawling in mud, unable to even rise to their own feet Now with even their object of worship below themselves... God of inglorious men on the cross Crucified by blood thirsty brutes Fearful men searching for salvation Granted by a creature of their own kind Image of their god - not an image of power and might Instead - the embarassing god on the cross! The submissive jew Who else could kneel and weep in front of such disgrace if not the fallen and failed examples of species? Helplessly crawling in mud, unable to even rise to their own feet Now with even their object of worship below themselves...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

What was vailed under the layers of empathy What was veiled under the layers of altruism Beyond the complex structures of man's decadence ...We were destined to discover What were the ingredients discarded in this tragedy of humanization? We stared at the mysteries, eye to eye Looking at the diminishing spark of the soul of man... Black leather gloves ceremonies of passage Our faces display no anger nor hate No emotion what may hide under the skin Exercises in cruelty... Study of noble beasts who knew no remorse Who knew no regret Who saw no illness in acts of cruelty Excess within the play of life and death Exercises in cruelty... Study of noble beasts who knew no remorse Who knew no promise of better to come Who saw no illness in acts of cruelty Excess within the play of dominance and conquest Exercises in cruelty... What else could emerge from empathy and altruism if not a cesspool of disabilities? if not celebration of cancer and plague? Unlike the liberation we could dream it to be, it covered the world like endless landfills Bubbling with the foul reek of human decay Undead masses of weaklings smiling as if enlightened What lies in front of us when learning to appreciate cruelty? To be an agent of the process Where the meat-grinder of existence eats helpless human mass that exists only because of the tragedy of humanization Peeling layers under skin, in ceremonies of passage Exercises in cruelty...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Eye to eye with the process of imminent chaos An unexpected turn of events, unable to be foreseen Fragents of Teeth cackling inside mouth Splintered nails staining the victim's throat Life as awakened from the dreams In abundant surge of energies... Blood of the enlightenment! Constricted around his neck skin Various shades of blue Body losing its tension Tongue found the bleeding wound from my own lip The taste of blood and the sore, torn skin's surface ...And I could feel a near life experience Life as awakened from the dreams In abundant surge of energies... Blood of the enlightenment! To truly engage, to be one with existence To be part of the processes of transformation To awake from dormant states To taste the abundance of chaos which intoxicates To feel the thorns like sacrificial daggers To step on a path of ascending trials To exit the banality of illusions To drink the blood of the enlightenment Life as awakened from the dreams In abundant rush of energies... Everything of worth comes with a price! Life as awakened from the dreams In abundant rush of energies... Drink the blood of the enlightenment!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

They perceived valiant men in need of a cure Tangled something that was yet to be corrupted Through indoctrinations of Abrahamic morality they offered baptism in sewers of sin, disguised as a cure What would look like the men cured of their natural strengths? Caged, sick, self-hating sinners! Like the beast once so valiant Trapped in cages of grotesque gardens Following the whiplashes of the master Similarly transformed into travesty of man What would look like the men cured of their nature? Caged, sick, self-hating sinners! Tamed hearts! Poisoned, ruined and fearful Suspicious towards all that was strong and glorious Self-pitying, crawling in illness Caged behind concepts of servitude How different would be the noble advance man Not tamed like animal servants, not a victim of a slave morality But the one gloriously opposing mundane mud The suffocating abundance of subhuman mass What would look like the men cured of their nature? Caged, sick, self-destructive sinners! Tamed Hearts! Gospel for the lowest examples of the species Preached to the frailest, preached to the poorest failures In universal opposition to all that could triumph Grown from the vile Abrahamic root Fertilized by the excess of hideous scum

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

If we would observe the birth of awareness as a curse unaffecting insect-like human mind? See how it invokes terror within minds slightly advanced that are seeking to cope with the given perception? If we would observe insect-like behavior to be a salvation from the possession of emerging doubts? Coping with the ordeals The little that waits ahead To find the tranquil acceptace of the total death? Horrors build within questions: If it all was in vain? If nothing has actual meaning? If the quest for knowledge leads into pure darkness of zero answers? Men yearned to the stars to find answers Yet could only find cold hostile radiation of death The hand of destiny leads you to the grave Through a life of miserable ordeals Decaying pages of history barely grasping what happened And even less of its reason ...If the quest for knowledge leads into endless silence with no answers..? Swarming human insects below our feet we walk! Rejection of fearful questions finally interlocks with the perception of existence Like vindicators we are storming towards the vortex!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

To awaken the living gods within Determined to walk through the paths required If it means our empire will be generating choirs wailing during mundane tribulations... If it means lesser men will weep when impaled on spears of steel... So be it! Reaching the new aeon shall be the goal Even if the attempt seems futile, no lesser goal is accepted If it means an empire is to be built inside trenches of blood... If it means our troops shall wear the tanned cloaks made of enemy skin... So be it! Triumphant empire Onwards, with no mercy!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025