O3 A Trilogy, Part One
Why was I planted here? A thorn in the world’s side Working stealthily Until my time arrives No one knows my real name I’m a threat to all Although I seem so tame The quiet man who fixes the shoes I await the call that awakens me To my true purpose I must never tell Keep my secret well Day by day I find No one sees my mind When they tell me that it’s time I won’t have to act so kind Then the world will know These events will show Who will win – who will lose But for now I will hide All this angst I have inside And quietly repair their shoes
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 15, 2025
I was barely ten years old Taken from my bed in the dark and the cold From the other room I heard my mother scream I wasn’t quite sure if it was real or a dream They said “listen boy you’re a soldier now” Like it or not this is how it’s going to be It’s hard to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul Months went by in the desert sea Where holy men were training me Pushed like a pawn in some great plan I soon found myself in a foreign land They said “Blend in well, you’re a sleeper now. You’ll be contacted soon with the why and how”. I want to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul I think about my family every day The look on their faces as I was dragged away I was an unwilling volunteer Never told why they sent me here I need to know Who is the enemy? I search my soul
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 15, 2025
I’m a lowly worker for very little pay Have to get up early every day Just to get some pennies in my hand I made some new friends and they tell me This is the land of opportunity I could rise above if I make my stand I could be a king in my new land Could have everything in my new land I could take some threads and make a coat, Have my own shop and I could vote I think I want to stay in my new land I never knew that freedom could be so sweet If I had a girl my life would be complete We could walk the beaches, hand in hand We could build a house with a white gate I could walk the dog and we could stay up late Bringing up the baby would be so grand In my new land In my new land I could take some threads and make a coat, Have my own shop and I could vote I think I’ll make a note to change my plan I could be a king in my new land Could have everything in my new land Learning how to sing in my new land My new land, my new land
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 15, 2025
While praying in the park today The fairest girl did pass my way I confess my mind did go astray Another kind of heaven I convinced myself it was ok I could always pray another day She was like a prayer anyway A different path to heaven I found my love I did not expect it I found my love Days were turning into months soon after I was living just to hear her laughter Dancing in the park-the very spot Where I used to pray I admit that I did go astray I knew there would be a price to pay I found my love I did not expect it I found my love Now I must protect it
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 15, 2025
I had the dream last evening The Elders all were there Cloaked in hooded garments Electricity in their hair They carried water candles That flickered cobalt blue And bedroom eyes could not disguise The evil they would do While looming in the distance The silhouetted hills Were hosting all the victims And counting up the kills The sunset streaked a vapor trail Upon a water color sky The night folded its wings around me As I discovered I could fly I soared above the houses Through cotton candy skies The frightened children watching My image passed across their eyes While screaming in their bedrooms The women loved their pain I lost my grip on heaven And fell to earth again The smell of fear engulfed me It came down from on high Although I tried to run away My legs would not comply I felt upon my shoulder A bony lifeless hand It churned a chill inside me And made me understand “Ignorance hides in the darkest places And feeds its poison to its young You’ll wipe them from existence You are the chosen one” Somehow I escaped him And headed for the sea Across a field of broken mirrors Reflecting everything but me I walked across the water And came upon a boat Where Moses and Picasso Were trying to stay afloat One was painting flowers The other skipping stones When I asked them to explain They cried, “Leave us alone!” I hitchhiked back to Ixtlan That painter stole my van The locals in Atlantis Were all working on their tan And when I tried to warn them My teeth fell from my mouth A Snowstorm was approaching So I headed south The crowd had just descended On the beach at Normandy Where Hitler joined Queen Mary To have a spot of tea Now all of this confusion Made perfect sense to me It was a revelation A truth I had to see The Painter and the Prophet Got married later on And took their honeymoon On the shores of Balaton The water from the candles Turned the Ocean cobalt blue The burnt electric air Gave my lungs a death tattoo
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 15, 2025
A wisp of wind, the rustle of leaves A ghost-like movement among the trees Thunder echoed in the distance No compliance, no resistance I arose to a day of conflict A shattered dream by the telephone’s ring Words shake the cobwebs Loose from my head An exchange of words turned from green to red And sparked a day of conflict The heavens move like a film at high speed While miles below I’m feeling its pull I try to resist but I’m swallowed up whole Into the bowels of conflict Electric air shocks the waves in my brain A subtle effect from the wind and the rain Thunder cracks open A hole in the sky To water the seed of conflict A shattered dream by the telephone ring Words shake the cobwebs Loose from my head I can only cling to the edge of my bed And awake to a day of conflict
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 15, 2025
While working in my shop I heard the doorbell chime A stranger stood before me A chill ran down my spine He held a written notice I knew at once was mine A parched piece of paper A code I recognized I knew it was the order Yet still I was surprised I was waiting for this day I was sure I would be fine Why this feeling in my gut? Why this reeling in my mind? I mustn’t show this messenger Can’t let on I’m insecure In my homeland I was sure I was chosen for this reason Now I’m blind with thoughts of treason My pounding heart, my palms are sweat The time has come to pay my debt I wish my god who guides my hand Would strike me down now where I stand For I must choose between my world And what is now the foreign land I was waiting for this day I was sure I would be fine I curse this feeling in my gut Damn this reeling in my mind Will this nausea subside? Can I abide with this malign? I wish my god who guides my hand Would strike me down now where I stand For I must choose between my world And what’s become the foreign land What is now the foreign land
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 15, 2025
I. I went with great reluctance To meet with the strange man He promised to reveal to me A visionary plan Where all the worlds injustice And unfair cruelty Would all at once be wiped away What martyrs we would be The building with the pillars That housed the books of old Would teach me of the chemistry And tools that I must hold A simple drop of water The liquid gift of life When altered with a genius spark Will then cut like a knife II. The formula was simple The plan a noble one But when I studied further I found a smoking gun This was no simple terror act Not like the ones we’d seen The horror in this formula No one could even dream An unleashed chain reaction Would change all oxygen And all that does contain it Into O3 poison. The air would be like fire The water like a fuel The world would choke and sputter With no one left to rule I’m sure that they can’t know this It cannot be their plan There must be some mistake here I have to find that man But when I ran to catch him To tell of what I’d found A stranger barked, ”Stop! F.B.I!” And threw me to the ground III. I awoke in darkness My head was wracked with pain But the case had been mishandled And I was on the street again I ran home to my woman To ask what should I do She also turned against me She thinks I’m evil too It seems the man had been there And asked where I might be He thinks I turned against him He saw them arrest me I’m feeling so alone now The urge to run and hide And all this primal anger Now festers deep inside IV. My family is doomed now As far as I can tell The new life I have come to love About to end as well What’s left now is this question I’m forced to wonder why… Why should I let the whole world live? When I myself must die.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 15, 2025
On Wall Street the players all practice the art of the deal In L.A. the freeway puts drivers to sleep at the wheel The hum of the jet planes that rattle the windows below These people have so much to learn, but I will return The priests and the teachers that violate their oath to serve The stories in tabloids all seem to expose a raw nerve The murder for money, the news a reality show The kids watch the High Schools burn, yet I will return High paid politicians that promise a world of relief Their carefully chosen words hiding the plans of a thief The popular President smiles and declares a new war The pages of history turn, so I will return A man in a prison found hanging alone in his cell Had scratched on the walls a true story too gruesome to tell His music touched millions but did he touch the children as well? The courts of opinion adjourn, and I will return The story repeated for forty days and forty nights The faithful that followed them offered up earthly delights The sirens were singing and bringing them all to the light Religion is not my concern, though I will return
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 15, 2025
The hand of God has touched my soul And showed me my true burden For I know now what I must do My purpose now is certain I opened up my heart and soul I found that love had trapped me I’m not the man I thought I’d be The hand of God has slapped me I hold the key to life and death For everything around me No man has ever had such power The hand of god has found me The time has come, the gloves are off Revenge will come in time With no one left to tell the tale The hand of God is mine I could turn and walk away Accept my own defeat But If I use the Hand of God My destiny is complete I should turn and walk away Exonerate the world’s deceit But If I choose this Hand of God My destiny will be complete The Hand of God… This Hand of God… My Hand of God!
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 15, 2025