In Ancient Contemplation

Papas Perfectas This bountiful harvest, a modern marvel of human innovation. Nefarious minds set out to solve a grand dilemma. This swelling populous must be sustained... yet held at bay.. Our bodies, constantly built anew by choice of fuel, habit and surrounding. Crippled by a consumer friendly processed, packaged disease Our bodies, constantly built anew by choice of fuel, habit and surrounding. responding to environment.. consuming that which insects had better sense to stay away, the addictive additives and brainwashing tactics have drawn us back like flies to the sweet As life becomes more synthetic, so to does our vision of what is genuine. Food is being born from test tubes, and we are not that far behind. Nuestra comida, se ha convertido en una carcel. Somos lo que comemos, somos son las papas perfectas. Immobilized by our daily intake, our minds are unable to see the cage Emotions dictated by our sugar coated sedative. somos son las papas perfectas. Endless profits gained from the intentional suffering of the masses, prolonging "life" just to add more fat to our asses.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

From the shoulders of giants Here I am, this unification of organisms. A self organized system known as I all of us stand on the shoulders of giants. From the shoulders of gargantua these ghosts orbit our thoughts in consultation, we call our intuition. Between earth and sky we're conduits, receiving and breathing. The great works of a lifetime stand on the prior, to act as foundation for the next. From the shoulders of Pantagruel these ghosts orbit our thoughts in consultation, we call our intuition. Our creation, is merely a spawn of motivation from those whom we draw inspiration.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The whip or the carrot Take hold of this moment, do not hesitate. we have but one chance to see our dreams come to fruition. with so many distractions, often the path is obscured. But we must not loose sight of our prize Stagnation induces loss of intent... Direction from motivation to induce creation. We must find balance, we must find our safe home What is our true motivation in this life? will we choose the whip or the carrot? Are we beings of fear, fueled by the cruelty of this world? Are we beings of greed, with only our own dreams in mind? Hopelessly succumbing to these flaws in our design, we often forget the importance of our brief lives. of all obstacles we face, the biggest is our own minds. A higher cognitive function lies dormant in our psyche… An ability to empathize, to fully understand, and appreciate our surroundings. There is a balance to everything in this universe, and it lies within us all. We must come to the conclusion that this "home" is in our mind. We hold the key to this yin/yang, Will we choose the whip or the carrot? Take hold of this moment, do not hesitate. We have but one chance to see our dreams come to fruition. Never forget this universal equilibrium!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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Alligator Mountain The mode of cognition that has sustained us for thousands of years, by symbiosis with the earth, is being forgotten and replaced by mechamorphism, unnatural linear geometry and the need to please enigmatic insecurities with numbers. Exponentially increasing population can not be sustained by the beast... soon to awaken...a massive stretch shall rid this infestation. Losing our cognition of empirical life... The massive beast sits and contemplates all that we have done with what we have. The universe will replace us. The mountain sits in ancient contemplation unbroken through our countless recreation. Thought of now just physical and lifeless, un-dawned on us that we're built in its likeness. The tree-line slowly shifts in conjunction to our disconnect . Ominous topographical shifts, inhaled gusts, exhaled dust storms. Circling dreams of rainstorms cloudburst While the massive eye opens we hide our guilt with technological advancements. Lulled into comfort by rational linearity, but bound by the same to dismiss life's rarity. Seeing dirt as vile, vacating it at any detection Not admiring of its presence or even its significance, it awakens in retaliation, treating us as sacrificial straw dogs. The beast awakes the tree-line slowly shifts as an inhaled gust exhales as a dust-storm The tree-line, slowly shifting in conjunction to our disconnect . Shedding avalanches, shrugging quakes. Tsunami's and tidal waves that will dwarf all man made creation. The massive beast sits and contemplates all that we have done with what we have. The universe will replace us. Losing our cognition of empirical life, The mode of cognition that has sustained us for thousands of years, by symbiosis with the earth, is being forgotten and replaced by mechamorphism, unnatural linear geometry and the need to please enigmatic insecurities of swelling population headed towards its own extinction.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Frogs in the distance after the rain Senseless brutality finally comes to a salvage point. A non stop seclusion from this world leaves one in despair. Orchestrated chaos turned to beauty. There is beauty here disguised as an emotional outlet. Sleepless nights thinking of this music. I've found something... something more, something real. This is more to me than all else. This is our safe home. This is my safe home! When I look back, I will have no regrets, just time well spent making friends and memories. What more can one ask for out of this life? A common universal language spoken since birth, passed down through the generations but with changes in the dialect.This is our passion, this is our love!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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Abstaining the hive mind Evolution manifests a unified consciousness, a mechanism required for survival. Creatures of many sizes share these traits… We are merely slaves to serve the queen To nourish the colony,(to nourish) we must forage the earth…(we forage) Scour the dirt… We carry our find back to the hive; sustaining the mind, enslaving our kind. enduring this endless search, our dreams forgotten we scavenge to find our worth. the movement of mountains and expansive tunnels possible without unsynchronized struggles Search to Augment Your find is our find is her find. we bow to sustain the needs and the cause of the hive mind. yours is our time so carry the find as good as blind for all but our mind As we're fixed to the clouds we see(fixed to clouds we see) Our dreams become sunspots(dreams become sunspots) Pushed aside by our duty as robots as we move in single file, protected by our exoskeletons…. our minds create questions of worth. are we living or being lived? live or being lived(live or be lived) So now we march, in our own directions. We must dethrone the queen Creatures of many sizes share these traits… We are but slaves to serve…….. ourselves. Rise!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025