Spectres From the Old World

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Stasis Virulent nothing Incandescence Too fast to see Then the cold Acceleration Stretching stretching stretching Photos crawl towards themselves Rolled up in Planck time A vague sense of "we" Down comes his hammer Ande entropy trawls The nascent coalescence The second law creates it all Echoes clump to atom sludge And thus begins The existence of existence Electric fields carve geodesics Drag us along the path of least resistance Superluminal curling coriolis All the way down the arrow of time Towards heat death It thinks it feels But it can't see us In the manifold's iridescent expanse We stir the coalescence The second law will never fall We stir the coalescence The second law creates it all Within the breathing web of world lines Clandestine vectors swell With unseen luminescence Within the hidden depths of spacetime Our remains lie buried In the essence of the essence We stir the coalescence The second law creates it all We stir the coalescence The second law will never fall

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Orbs of gravity Warp spectral cavities The first Here is born Cursed to evanescence As spacetime is torn In fractal effervescence Primes break the symmetry Summon timelike infinity The first Now is born Chronons start to flow From the abyss of not-Now In the spinors' undertow Strands Like shadows from the other side Wreathe a cosmos Spinning Nowhere into Nowhere I am the spider in the web I am the womb that bears the world I am the claw that rips the sky I am the eye that eats the universe Soul-blinding immanence Holes drain the filaments Transient horizons In mortal swirls they bulge and boil Crushing, rising, Matter's rainbow heaves and coils Strands Like shadows from the other side Wreathe a cosmos Spinning Nowhere into Nowhere

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Mind Trapped in a point A specular psychosphere Enshrined In cognitive panic In everted hyperspheres Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of flesh To light To vectors furled In infinity caged to watch As spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world From point To counterpoint Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of ghosts As resonant chronophores reborn Scavenging cosmoi into form Coerced back to awareness By subluminal inertia The shadow of a soul Groping desperately in the dark Dimensionless, extensionless No time to be No space to grow Reduced to hollow waves In convulsing oscillation As formless craving soars U the scales of sentient vacuum Debris of fading memory Creates the spectral flow That twists and roils in agony Ever-searching for release And in its wake, strings start to glow And resonate the elements-to-be Storms of dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of flesh To light To vectors furled In infinity caged to watch As spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Hues of unearthly malady A scar like an oozing wound in the land The bones have spilled their marrow Released their life to miasmic skies Venus' vitriol Could not have painted sicker scenes Magmatic gore rots In putrid reds and glowing greens Pali Aike Phantasmagoria scorched in rock Ghoulish nightmares gather and flock To Pali Aike Home of the devils Ghost lakes Into austral deserts call A cruel deception haunting the land Their poison drunken, vanished A carcass bleaches, barren lies For the lions to maul Here at world's end Where colossal basalt spines drown in stygian deeps The thin veneer of reality hangs tattered And eldritch phantoms stir Awaken from their sleep Torrefied by time and dust Colonies lie scattered, starved and mummified Their vacuous marks consumed by moss and rust Long gone the greed for gold, the genocide Only sepulchral stars now cast their eerie glare On these abandoned plutonic panoramas Fata Morganas set aglow the silent air So peaceful, so beautiful Pali Aike Phantasmagoria born from rock Ghoulish nightmares run amok In Pali Aike Home of the devils Pali Aike Pali Aike Home of the devils Pali Aike Pali Aike Home of the devils

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Rising as one body My myriads swell On screaming desert winds Disease and fever spill Born from hell The need for the divine Where there's no gods There are no demons Summoned in despair By Gaia torn in massacre A voiceless dire prayer Of all that lives beneath god's vile stare Misbegotten usurpers Of the living continuum Hard to think that this was us Just one universe ago Nusquam deus Nusquam daemon Pazuzu, engulf us Save us from the deeds of men Shatter the terror in its core Ward off the virus boiling fear into its brains All life clings to the existence it abhors But this life must go for all other to remain Ubique daemon Ubique deus Pazuzu, engulf us Save us from the deeds of men A plethora of prongs and poisons Congealing from the tesseract Our anima to hide in legions Of living exoskeletons Breeding their feebleness into an epidemic Greedily consuming forest, river, beast, earth and kin Grazed by their made-up god's lies A pandemonic of self-righteousness Sets the world aflame and preaches sin Let them revel in false victory Before the ooze back into the dirt Feeding on just one of theirs, A million maggots soon take wing We strip their fields before their eyes, And when they starve, we bring them Fever from the edge of time and Burn them from within Their fear of death is the key to their kingdom Ubique daemon Ubique deus Pazuzu, engulf us God against the gods of men A trillion eyes to feast on fever A pestilence against the plague A lord of death to combat murder Spawned from sacks of flesh and blood

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Forged by The frigid abyss of space My frozen carapace Wraps planets pole to pole Underneath The shroud of my albedo My prodigious claw rakes the land And incubates the seas I sow the land With earthborn treasures Green of the vales Awe of the mountains Isa Fallen from the skies Splendour of all form The power that drives me Isa I sink and crystallize Bearing gifts for those Who survive me Death's White shadow I smother Volcanoes Into prisms Into cathedrals Those summits And pastures So revered They all are my children I shear the crust expelled by fire Create life's playgrounds Leaving greatness in my wake Would-be eternal rock Is no match for space-clad water As all the worlds Will succumb To the cold Isa Fallen from the skies Splendour of all form The power that drives me Isa I sink and crystallize Bearing gifts for those Who survive me And my caress

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

From the first procaryote that strains Towards its young star's distant lucent beams To the last black hole's Matrioshka branes All genesis churns In primeval dreams of splendor Chimeras of grandeur Even here in deepest time Creation will remember An endless effort, doomed to forever Fall apart at the seams The hunt for permanence Reduced to grazing swamps Of vapid dreams of splendor Chimeras of grandeur Even here in deepest time Creation will remember Through veils of death, and death again The antiversum shattered The world crushed to a singularity And hurled back to noxious light Now damned to be the vessel The very fabric of spacetime reborn Outside time Outside life Outside any single thing that ever was or ever will be Dreams of splendor Chimeras of grandeur Even here in deepest time Creation will remember In deepest time Creation will remember

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

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As broken bells resound in the church of megalomania the stench of death surrounds the fields of spiritual necromania Deluded stooges amass Still clinging to empty vows For one final ebrious mass Never temple, always slaughterhouse Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path The mirage of relevance Worn down in corrosion's quiet attrition Corporeal elements Subvert its Sisyphean accretion Orbital decay And crawling hydrogen depletion Enough to burn away A pantheon of superstition No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery Erased are the stories Doused, the fire stolen from the sky Now an ashen mortuary Too long have the watchers gazed upon The cancerous boils of arrogance Now time has carved the path Too long has the continuum been riled By biotic usurpation Now entropy has pulled the plug No call for your glory Amidst the howling winds that feed Time's vast cemetery Erased are the stories Doused, the fires stolen from the sky And its worthless luminaries Come, death Let your gracious silent storm Disperse the swan song of all life Come, death Dispel the nightmare of eternal life Come, death Lay waste to the pious, The just and the depraved alike Their shrines Their whores and their fucking gods Come wipe out every last pathetic trace Come at last Wipe it all away

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Mors ridebit et natura, Cum perit creatura, Nulli et vacuo responsura. Confutatis maledictis Flammis gelantibus addictis, Dedisce me cum benedictus. Libera me, mors caloris, de vitá aeterna In nocte illa tremenda Quando coeli licti sunt et terra, Dum nihil venerit judicare aut deorum mentiri.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025