It Echoes in the Wild
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The path is within this task of will and sin The voice on the wind; this great work begins Thy favoured zephyr hath brought strange ships to harbour, with their hulls of hyacinths hewn and figureheads of twin gods Saltless sails of citrine & olive; russet & black, bearing the sign of the phoenix pyre, and of Aries A sundial of flawless jade where a wheel had ought to be What order of power could so convince the Gods themselves to assemble in dutiful vassaldom and swear their line and rites alike to the most quixotic cause of this vast expedition? The Timeless Sultan and Flawless Physician who cannot be glimpsed, e’er in supraposition hath shown the path and obscured it again The eye of the North Star and Voice on the West Wind There is not a nautical current swift enough to transcend these waters; no navigator with eye sharp enough to determine a transmarine passage There is no glass to harness the hours There is no compass with which to measure There is no chart to harness the stars There is no map with which to reveal The path is within this task of will and sin The voice on the wind; this great work begins
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Severed from the mercy of Calypso Left to the wicked temperaments of the drift and tide The wrath of which doth thrash and fuck Bringing low the fevered and the wretched Those brought ill by the weight of their indulgences Now must stare into the vortex Sallow, haunted fiends That stare into the vortex Warned by the sickening glow of the vermillion stone And the deepеning ochre in the whispering skiеs Marooned in the unlitten gulf Where neither Qlipha nor Sephira anchor my heart All those so abandoned Must too stare into the vortex All those sunken and accursed Must stare into the vortex Ululant wraith, envenomed by the atrocities of my kin Withholds the cairn's true purpose The howls of great hounds Eulogize the birthright of mankind Those brought ill by the weight of their indulgences Must stare into the vortex Sallow, haunted fiends That stare into the vortex Stair into the vortex Stair, stair into the vortex Stair, stair into the vortex Stair, stair into the vortex Stair, stair into the vortex
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
At the estimation of the most esteemed the order of my capture was ordained and decreed I hope my bones will please you, rotting and deceased; mark my words; you’ll never take me alive and all whom you send for me won’t survive Pick the lock and slip the chains; ever free and unrestrained Flee my cell into the rain; what I am can’t be detained A wanted man of ill repute; what you claim I won’t refute; but these accusations hold no ground if not even a trace of me is found The face in the mirror a forgery too The one you are seeking looks nothing like you Immaculate in execution; pomp and panache like you’ve never known Effortless in infiltration, that I may hide the philosopher's stone My blade on the inside moves in for the kill Our unity of purpose, the hidden hand of my will Prisoner no longer; feared fugitive now I am Outlaw never! What know ye of the law? Three steps ahead: gone These are the craven acts of desperate men, blindly chasing in their ascent Their hunt for me will never end; I evade capture again and again Immaculate in action, intrinsic in mastery Flawless in reaction, but incapable when you ask of me The chase and the kill, I elude you still The thrill of the game, you don’t know my name Prisoner no longer; feared fugitive now I am Outlaw never! What know ye of the law? Three steps ahead: gone
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Scythian stripped at the teetering Tridecennial, cast chthonically in a gesture nearly final Reaping will fulfilled as basic rites are shunned, trajectory unseen t'ward a peristaltic plunge (Become the) swathe in jade, grain in beech wood Marble in flesh, breath through bones Sapphire eye on emerald axis, and other such allegorical nonsense Deeper and deeper! You will know no sleep Further and further! As the cold hand reaps Deeper and deeper! You will know no rest Further and further! At his ultimate behest Chanting arising to frantic philosophizing Charnel stench ascend to whisper in the Ear Gnashing unabashing desicates the form Plummet into the pit & walk the earth no more Subsist hence consumed forms conjoined Gods Return whence thou hast seen with thine eyes and known Subsume then decomposed and past selves Waylay thus the the great work’s end and too start Amen The hidden word has been spoken The irreversible, it has been set in motion From the Yawning Crevasse, Shrieks a Transmorphic Gale
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
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Set course for Gnowhere! Immaculate deceiver resplendent in raucous ribaldry Inviolable despoiler besmirches the bespoke and manifold myths of man Delineate the darkest dreams Such myriad merriments contort And oblong in the emerald warping-glass Master marrionettist, (in) callous calculation Weighs the weight of response and potential punishments, calls the storm to waters clear, and tempest winds to paradise Somersaulting clusters (of) cause and effect cascade (a)cross gantries and down causeways (resound through the vineyard’s valley) Jove, yet juvenile, now is stillborn each day in the manor’s coachhouse (but this is no fault of mine) Take what I have told you and the further knowledge that at merest gesture will falls out of time with space; at a glance volition disappears completely, all falls out of favour With time! For nothing can stay here NOW, DRAW THIS MAP OF NIGHTMARES All-Seeing Eye - Unseen I All-Seeing I - Unseen Eye Unknowing nous gnosis in non-knowledge expounds Within preternatura, the only secret is found NIGHTMARE CARTOGRAPHER Trireme through reverie Catamaran of the Hypnogog Phantasmic caterwauling echoes from empty absinthe bottles Illustrious capitán par excellence! Game of poker at the end of time Snooker cue lodged in the eye of the divine Playing with house doubloons But whose house? And what game? Furious red Devil bows; fucking mad with the passions of man Applause echo eternally in the empty auditorium
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
To take the Kingdom of Heaven by storm is no longer possible Great armies at the gates vanish from sight by the very nature of their having appeared The municipal orchestra somehow plays on, lacking taste or tact, or timing. Do they not grasp the magnitude of what is at stake here? Whole crusades die of thirst in the desert; their purpose would be abandoned had it not been forgotten first The scribe that would mark their passing was eaten in the opening moments of the starvation (so there goes that idea!) Six Doors to the illusion’s heart Six Doors of the most sacred art They obfuscate They obliquate Reflect They hide the path They shadow truth Refract Six Doors Guard The Original Knowledges by lock and key of the orangutan ontologist Six Doors unlock and lead the way Six Doors impede and lead astray All things reoccur once and again at the citadel’s obsidian heart The replenishing room where events replay themselves, wizarding chamber cum laude This war of endless parlays, and meaningless treaties, empty cease fires, and insidious subterfuge Footsoldiers of maximal valor and minimal mind, muscled and drooling Lost in the great antechamber for seven eternities Only noticed when the besieged stepped out for tea Cup made of gold Inhaling the smoke from a meerschaum of old Toscano globe and splendiferous robe Guarding the gates from the fools he beholds Come to see it as it really is: the ape rules the night Most undivine simian draped in fabrics of unworldly splendour
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
I am a servant of the second death, and thereby proponent of that great lex, called Talionis. Exalted Serpent of the Saturn Depth possess’d so mine essence; join’d with me in symbiosis. I have been met by the many ends, and slept with the Three Fates against better judgement. We have waited for millennia for word from the crown, and yet the horns are silent. The Seven Thrones are empty still (and yet we wait …) They gather dust under their gilded veils (and still we wait …) The osseous panoply of the crown remains unclaimed (and yet, we wait … and yet, we wait …) Servants of the Second Death Waiting hand and foot upon the manor of my waylaid Gods. I shall make my way back to the table of the sacred feast! Take thee from within me what your Devil hath given to guard, and know that secret has died with me a thousand times. The empty thrones are seven still (and yet we wait …) They rot and rust under their golden shrouds (and still we wait …) But suddenly the jeweled scepter glows! HARK! THE BEACONS ARE LIT! Blazing Sun comes undone Flames part ways, form decays Skies turn red, rose cross wed Time has come, All is one Second death Our eyes burn shut at the blazing sun As it comes undone at your Second Death The beacon is lit as the flames part ways The living form decays for your Second Death Trumpet does sound as the skies turn red Chymical rose cross wed to your Second Death The time has come for ALL is one And ALL is one at your SECOND DEATH
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026
Taurus resisteth Mithras; stoic scion take frantic flight. Hastened by the impending sacrifice, ransack the cloister of many returns. Oh, the clatter of hooves on marble! The braziers of flame toppled, spewing vengeful fire! A thousand faces and names declared. And a nameless fate to follow. To paint fractals of form from liminal thought with the primordials' entrails and tallow. It’s the only voice that has ever sang It’s the only song we have ever sung The secret Word Hidden even now It has been handed down From mother unto child The ancients speak Their voices all around Listen close! It echoes in the wild Myriad hands and a single eye cannot Usurp the very night sky Earth goads One to sever spear and drown thy Father's harvest "Hail the King!" Ignorant chants arise in aureal hues Gold shatters in black filial consumption And lo, did I reach for my stomach to placate the pains which did rise from the austerities, and in doing so I touched even my very spine. There must be another way … It’s the only voice that has ever sang It’s the only song we have ever sung The secret Word Hidden even now It has been handed down From mother unto child The ancients speak Their voices all around Listen close! It echoes in the wild Through the isles of Sol Ipsis From the Great Halls of Forgiveness to the Maze of Seven Bridges At the Janus face’d isthmus In the depths, noxious and viscous. At the heights, resound in stillness. In the heart, beating so restless The echo is within this Abandon hope and fear All you who enter here Return to where it started Into the great uncharted Let go … Cross to the furthest shore Seek out the hidden isle Follow the echo in the wild Avail the secret design And leave this dream of time Return to where it started Into the great uncharted Seek out the hidden isle Follow the echo in the wild
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 05, 2026