Stratum

We march To the ringing of the bombs We don a crown of bullets Observe pain Forget, go on We love lies They’re easier To deal with We march To the ringing of the bombs We don a crown of bullets Ignore, destruct Dream always We prefer lies They please Watch, imagine Touch the surface We march To the jingle of the dead Acquaint with war We mock We fall

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Korrupt in extenso Unionen makter Ingenting Regimets ingenium Hvor forstand Utelukker konsekvens Obskure crux I tidlØst gestalt Verdens Satire Der rådville Øyer Og fåfengte tunger Rettleder Gordiske knuter Besvares med lØgn Vi omfavner bØdler Og svikere av sannhet Obskure crux I nåtidens monument En sorti For refleksjon Over manifester Teppefallet Når himmelen revner Blir forlØsningens Vugge eller grav Solens asyl Forblir i tankenes Labyrint Og vi skaper Generasjoner Av slaver For samtidens smuler Av lykke

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Pride is the stilt That keeps me low Tedium crowned me King of this empire I wear it unnoticed I revile My cul-de-sac Where nothing is Of substance Silently mocking Vulgarly acclaiming Your kind as well As my My cul-de-sac Slowly speeding To the dead Come, now Paradise is A fix on

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

We are statues I realize But still We are able To dance around A calf or two Destruction of Ourselves And the opium To our minds The waste Of our youth And the hazard To our times Without end Soul Suburbia Where we have nothing left But salvation

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Statue of salt I am alike Departed meat Is what I am Seven suns shining Burning reality Into my skin Seven suns shining Igniting the Gospel Vested in me (all) Suffocation is What I breathe And starvation is My number one dish But I wish for nothing Else than renaissance My hands construct Prisons of freedom My tongue votes for Upright lies told convincingly And I think of nothing Else than liberty At last I’m the realizer You’re the tranquilizer Until the end

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Industrious and idle We must produce Until we leave Our sloth suit Thorough and careless We must create So that our Apathy will be just Ersatz Solemn awe For what we are Intelligent and blessed With ignorance Keeping futility intact With honest intentions We are eloquent Without tongues Upright and vicious We are clever Without sense Ersatz Solemn awe For what will come

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Wolves now • Equals lambs Dissections now • Equals union To differ • Equals viciousness Generosity now • Equals greed All is the same As concepts overlap Conformed attitudes Claimed as • Fractionized views Sustaining The individualistic Delusion We have seen The beaten, sacrificed Body But we cheer legalism With silent applause Show mercy with us Father Because we do not know What we do or don’t Wolves now • Equals lambs Dissections now • Equals union To differ • Equals viciousness We are the same The concepts overlap Lionize me • The common rarity With no opposing Opinions Neglect equals respect In interfacing relations Lionize me • The just liar I do what I comfort In the moment Lionize me • With the draped self I am everyone else

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025