Exiler

Raping auspices, surrounded by the plight As Aegypius take flight the elder senses six While the other sees twelve Attacked by ancient plague Tiresias' clairvoyance conveys from transformations Burnt offering smoke Eighteen illusions Copulation with snakes, curse of impiety While the parchment smolders Plunge within augury The past and present flow from shadows Coalesce into the nethervoid wept of bereft eyesockets Hung and dressed for the flay Drunk on the veins of ritual sacrifice The tympanic bequeaths vision to malleus So the speech of vultures can be discerned The elegiac hymns from the fore reverse their workings Rot of augury How the embrace of Tilphussa soothes As the bolt nests in your heart Exuded delusions, an entry to not Witness before time as flesh lies tattered Revolt in the pit Attacked by ancient plague

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

De profundis clamavi ad te Domine Domine, exaudi vocem meam Stare into the empty eyes of her Hodegetria begins hematemsis It flows over the pale skin of the acheiropoieta Forged by no hands Bury me in lapidation and shelter me from the light of the lamb I see no more as Rajm casts dust upon the fire Servants walk the threshing floor wreathed in pitted marble Decay has set in, the stench of millennea Thy gaze is fractured as a fissure splits the sclera Pupil of black enters chamber She whispers a faint apolytikion to the cradled maggot Mary, art thou not a liar: why then dost thou not to the catacombs And lay beneath a retamaine, praying for death And dream of being held in the streams of Al-Maghtas lungs heave, your son holds you under, he is no more nimbated

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Horror ubique animos, simul ipsa silentia terrent Consecrated schema scorns naive novitiate Conscientiousness undone Penned within Euchologion bound in flesh Each sticheron leads to megalynarion, The laughter comprehends Recite backwards Slotho d-Yeshu Though you do not speak Eastern formulae sleepless ones celebrate in perpetua A corpse mound pulpit from which Axeinos spurts, oozing wretch Rise 'alaq and fill the void created for thee His wings are numbered hexakosioi hexekonta hex Thrice the stigma is as ligature, tightened bout the throat I undertake katabasis to descend to the Hetoimasia Affliction amongst dieties Crawl from the desert with phulakterion bound to the limb Regurgitate the schema: listen, hear, do unholiness Sanctify to me! Retsu'ot coils tightly on the throat None there amidst the black but my god Rose the gallows for crows "How manifold are they works?" Who cover'est himself with plague as a mantle of gold?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Recumbent, lie as hewn gisant Effigy in eternal repose, hands clasped in prayer Hands with skin sloughing off Await resurrection, await nothing In the partial light, the transi seems to swarm Vile supper for the crawling and gnawing As I was above, as I am below Shrouded, borne by pleurants eight Insatiable, I delve into the thorax Remove Soubirous' heart, her falseness intoxicates Defile the incorrupt, wax face is mine to covet Ribs snap in the course of inquiry Ligaments I find still supple after all these years Putrid odor of unsanctity condemns her glorificiation Aquero spoke at the seventeenth vision What whispered the wretch? "Consecrate a chapel for my vanity" Raped immaculately

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Awake inside a rock cut tomb, perhaps a surgical theater The light is so faint that I can't really tell for sure What I am totally aware of however, Is the small, disproportionately miniature head in my right hand It is wrapped in layer upon layer of gauze As I begin unraveling the first few I come to the realization that i have in my hand The head of Jesus fucking Christ Though I do not see it, I know this is fact One of those revelations one gets only in a dream To know without knowing Clear fluid begins seeping out from the Veronica, and I am terrified I am drenched in what i assume is sweat, Though it may also be pericardial fluid And my heart is racing, going into hypovolemic shock The head of Christ is mocking me I struggle against the crossbeam How did it come to this? Now that asphyxiation sets in I was always the crucified Faces drain to alabaster sensing the wheeling of radius Forcing hands to supine Crawling to the standing, onward to the kneeling Precious sepsis come quickly upon infelix lignum Arbori suspendere Supplicium more maiorum A filled Ob around her neck, stretching taught, uttering lament She revealed these things unto me, and I was unafraid Inscriptions of Elohim and the watcher over the feasts of depravity Are rooted in ancient tongues - pluralis excellentiae Lead weights and leather cord lead to the coldness Cracked lips Servitude Grief Faith's decapitant Rise draconian law, come and smash the earth Cleanse the weak by the means of storms A disease, that will distort and shift the body Augment the flesh by flames to travel asunder Among bloody marble halls Censer bearers moan in rags, the fume fails to cleanse the air Another's savior they cry "come and see, he is beside thee" I spat My own requiem to a rotting coffin I fester, seethe, and boil

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Et in Arcadia ego Ashes and flies mix in the choking wind Blinded eyes behold that which is not My inward nekyia reveals discarded ones Voiceless angelic figures disavow with vomitous troparion I summon the twin to the Metatron Protect the sickened spawn of mine I travel millennia to reach thy throat And slash it with the left hand Fall again cherub of Ark Gather pitiful cries together as garland And descend the enumeration of ten Disgrace is thine to bear Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes In hac lacrimarum valle Me immundum munda tuo sanguine O memoriale mortis Domini Vere passum, immolatum in cruce Sicut erat in principio, Et nunc Et semper Et in saecula saeculorum

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Fester in Hesychasm upon a tower of silence The immolation reeks from phylacteries Nasu bow to me Nusessalars! Pallbears of the crypt In speech, in tongue like Stentor the depths are called Carving waste paths to the cloister Holy whore She beckons with eyes bleeding black I see in statuesque ruin she holds his punctured corpse Weeping, internally bleeding Sacrifice initiates silence Lies built upon a carrion shroud Defiled eucharist fixed to five points From him flows utter eternal decay Utter blasphemies, inverted script Whisper the urging of sins, beckoned by the liar Constriction to suffocate Insidious flesh abounds Disbeliever upon the brow etched What his breath touches all dissolves She envenoms and ensnares the light In a goat mask she's veiled Inhale the abyss, lungs fill With the abortion of humanity

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025