Manifests Of Human Existence

Noir and moments of change Shadows swim in the lakes of chaos As I redeem the hopes in my grasping hand I feel my glacial prison quiver! Questions? Swarming through my mind These words descent from desolate realms Seeking ways to reach my devastation Forlorn I have foreseen the dark Shall dwell in the fortress of past Whispering n your ears Holding the back of your neck Judging their infinite lies Tempting your self for the end In my moments of faith My aura kneels to embrace me I subtracted life with my grasping hand as I perceive my prison... Shatter! Forlorn I have foreseen the dark Shall dwell in the fortress of past Forlorn I have foreseen the dark Whispers in the dark A window with no view The Lies they told you were true Their love gave birth to a spark yet almost torn apart... Whispers in the dark

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

The images are all the same A moving spiral that devours All consciousness and truth An altered state of mind Experiment on mass hypnosis Your own inescapable inertia! Go on and spit your lies Seduce / Provoke / Defile Every precious truth... a rosebud in your dangerous hands Under a storm of information Minds succumb to gradual possession To be used and then reformed A passive service for the "righteous" A place for the void to rest A means for the incapable... to rule! Go on and spit your lies Seduce / Provoke / Defile Every precious truth... a rosebud in your dangerous hands Entertainment through torture The infliction of psychosomatic pain deifying every suspended solid A basis for corruption to spread A method to discard all guilt A reason for the useless to exist

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Defaced you stand a single nobody in a mindless crowd Surrounded by a system where corruption triumphs Here every suspended solid rests on top of our affliction Grieving silence a lament to our own death! Shut down your eyes and ears protect them from the truth Avoid reality to suit your pitiful life An alliance of deception a conformist masterplan! Grieving silence a lament to our own death! Ignorance pawn You care for nothing, but your self Just for what prosperity demands But you can smash their greed for power Just open the mouth and speak out loud

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Theories of superior existence An ancient relic of human vanity A trigger for abnormal social behaviour Faith is a mind disease An instrument of torture Forcing man to supress his own instincts The nature of Cain was the final design for the creation of man Lurking in the most secret paths of the human subconscious the Dogma of Cain Faith in God killed the trust to man As Cain did to his own brother The best seller of cheap hope In a sick bargain of life denial The nature of Cain was the final design for the creation of man Lurking in the most secret paths of the human subconscious the Dogma of Cain and there... within the silent vertigo of Babel's fall Arose the fear for the uncertainty of demise And upon it were built churches and temples The nature of Cain was the final design for the creation of man Lurking in the most secret paths of the human subconscious the Dogma of Cain

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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Struggling upon the Threshold that leads from sanity to nightmare Not knowing that your altered perception blackens the Freedom Of your Terrible Mind Of the very existence you're fighting to deny Haunted by murderous demons and guided by your own fears You seek haven between the shadows of your true enemy Of your only enemy The one that lies behind your frightful eyes

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

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What a marvelous beauty that is That of an incomprehensible abyss As astonishing as the sun, yet so hideous in its vagueness What an agony to exist Balancing between matter and nihil As simple as the feel of the wind Yet vast like a cosmic ocean How the subconscious is able to provide A layer that severs perception from nothing An amalgam of incoherent entities that form the essence of life Dwelling on the brink of void In the shade of the eyelid A scarlet shape crawls Inside the eyes a projection An organic machine slowly molding reality The pendulum demands To cherish the relentless pace of time Amidst eleven dimensions Matter collapses to the glint of a moment The failure of the abyss It's inability to judge beyond the terms of its likeness Bound to its very being An eagle untethered in its cage Pondering upon the human potential The social reflection of the abyss Condemned to be biased against its own existence Still meant to transcend its natural limits In the shade of the eyelid A scarlet shape crawls Inside the eyes a projection An organic machine slowly molding reality

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

An essence drawn beneath the surface Coiled into human form a Human Serpent Craved its form for human flesh But still inside a rigid reptile Until we die force fed we swallow a vicious way of living Born from the seed of deception Came this unexpected guest, a human serpentine Initiation to an eerie convention The feelings unfaithful and unable to feel the change Until we die force fed we swallow a vicious way of living No escape from materialistic frontiers Now everything gets a whole new meaning Hunted but still straw Initiation and grinding infestation! Encounters between those who stand for faith As everything shatters, blood gives a warm flow Terror but nothing to fear The thirst finally won the test no hope to stand against Until we die force fed we swallow a vicious way of living Venomous serpentine and evil outdated seals contain our ego!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

In fathomless depths There where logic dissolves into the obscurity of instict-driven behaviour One challenges oneself to defy From non-canonical patterns Randomly picked from endless streams Massive figures are formed to recreate Facts that already exist or not... In fathomless depths One's dreams are manufactured One shall silently surrender to them For dreams are the most Kafkaesque manifestation of oneself

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025