Burials / Exhausted Prayer
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Back to this cavernous dwelling A dim red light, intoxicating A journey for much needed change An eerie silence, a fork in the road Screams in the night, escape Go back to your kingdom of shadows Barefoot in the dark, lost in the forest An endless maze In moonlit shades of green Weary and trembling I collapse in the garden
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
The stench of spoiled cities fills the air Monuments of failure, now ruined everywhere A faded memory, my only hope Now rotting in pestilence We wait for death to come The sewer, a dark and desperate place The final refuge of the human race All knowledge erased and replaced with dirt Mankind set free to waste and destroy the earth Foul odor by now the norm Try to survive the world of coliform Bitter and resigned, the end of time Defiled planet, turned water into slime The stories of old disputed myths How could rivers and streams have turned to piss All of our guardians long since deceased Generations with nothing, all life is a disease
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Mining the shadows of the moon Testing the limits of man's design Desperate to acquire that most precious resource Only off-world is the last vestige unsoiled Stuttering machines pierce the barren rock Extracting elixir from the depths The shadows yield their frozen primordial cache The transient force that flows through us all The purity of our essence Worth more than oil, more than gold, more than bombs The source of life itself A silent veil of plasma rains unannounced from above The angry eye churns forth a wave of death like no weapon ever seen The vengeful star blots out the fragile forms In one lonely gasp, the blood no longer flows The machine grinds to a halt The fountain of salvation dries into dust
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Damn near ages Since I have known the comfort of my own land and my own home Journeys abroad Of both mind and body Have come to make a weary man Mockery! I am scorned by fallow fields Suicide! May my blood quench the barren earth The bitter truth of safety-torn-away Ashes in my mouth My mother, my father, my lover, my brothers My companions laid to rest Consolation Supplication Devastation Indignation
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026