Graceful Murder

You have built and will build again Temples and churches that are all the same. Domes and spires are turned to heaven – The Houses of Lord, the houses of prayer. The prototypes of this architecture, You never surmised what is it like – Star-ships arrived from distant planets, Your forefathers had brought the life Here. You have painted the images of saints, Nimbi shine over their pious heads. Holy martyrs and mediators, You should not pray but do respect them. Look at the icons – whose portraits are there? What are these halos around their heads? They were astronauts in space-suit helmets Your progenitors were those who landed Here. They've created you On their image and likeness, They've given you life To keep on genes Of human race Unto ages of ages Continuing chain Of DNA. Ungrateful sons of glorious fathers You've made religion in place of science. Instead of searching, reaching new horizons You droop your heads and humbly prey in silence. Rise your heads and take your look to the sky, Countless stars are drawing curious eye. Spread your wings wide you never tried Before you have known the reason to fly. Unexplored worlds are waiting for you, Still unborn your children you have to do. Not the new gods for your posterity, But progenitors you should become to the Next. You should create the new ones On your image and likeness, You should give them life To keep on genes Of human race Unto ages of ages Continuing chain Of DNA.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I said don't make me vote I'd better cut my throat There is no sense to lose my time in vain. Those TV talking heads Their speeches made of blades They are sold out, I don't like second hand I'd like to live my life To have my only strife There is no hell but policy we're in Neurosis everywhere But I don't really care Unjustice rules but who hates it he wins Invasion in mind Free-thinking is left behind Non-conformity Only keeps us alive. I broke my TV set It makes me sociopath My radio is on the way to hell My internet is dead And now I shake my head Non-conformity only breaks the spell Invasion in mind Free-thinking is left behind Non-conformity Only keeps us alive.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

You’re full of life hidden from men’s eyes Concealing it under the mask of stormy waves You’d prefer to be forgotten by all of us And may be to become in water slave But you are mighty – out of control So much determined on the Earth by you For you to lead your simple ocean life And even if you can – just won’t let you do By you they’re scared, you’re indomitable You kill so elegant and gracefully But still adored by many, Who understand your soul and your essence. But all friends are at the bottom With tender silence you protect their sleeps While alive to you they were devoted And you just after crushing them could understand it.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

In what is our difference? Diverse variation of written themes We see everything differently But hоре to flow in harmony All feelings til1thе rest And to unite truth with fiction Diverse harmonies, polyphony Scream, heart-breaking scream! Eternal theme, desire Self-searching and the moment of finding Hardly remain disillusions Even if save everything… “Add handful of pain and tears of desperation, A pound of hope, pinch of blind faith and self-immolation, Some drops of love, some drops of joy, a bit of obsession…” Do you feel the moment of creation? We don’t make any confession, Just believe that we think right At the moment of spiritual creation, Which, may be, remain in memory of years Diverse harmonies, polyphony Scream, heart-breaking scream! Eternal theme, desire Self-searching and the moment of finding Hardly remain disillusions Even if save everything… “Add handful of pain and tears of desperation, A pound of hope, pinch of blind faith and self-immolation, Some drops of love, some drops of joy, a bit of obsession…” Do you feel the moment of creation?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Yet why should I mingle in Fashion's full herd? Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules? Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd? Why search for delight in the friendship of fools? I have tasted the sweets and the bitters of 1оvе; In friendship I early was taught to believe My passion the matrons' prudence reprove; I have found that a friend mау profess, yet deceive. То me what is wealth? -it may pass in аn hour, If tyrants prevail, or if Fortune should frown: То men what is title? -the phantom of power; То me what is fashion? -I seek but renown. Deceit is а stranger as yet to my soul: I still аm unpracticed to varnish the truth: Then why should 1 live in а hateful control? Why waste upon folly the days of my youth?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Sand coasts. At nighttime sea Sends ferocious scream into the skies. It licks the starsland with giant waves, With anger roars calling to the gods. Stars look down with indifference At this ordinary scene. They just know, whim of Power Costs nothing for Eternity But the firmament unruffled stays No matter has the rage of sea, The whim of Power is the game For that, whose name Eternity Stars look down with indifference At this ordinary scene. They just know, whim of Power Costs nothing for Eternity

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

That, which is argued for centuries, There, where answer is found, All is the world, where a human doomed to death Can’t find himself The whole universe being Is the universe dust kept in centuries. We don’t notice how We doom everything to ashes. Fool’s tread has no borders He erases them He calls himself falsely And boasts of the rightless right What will we leave on the Earth? - Trace of burning darkness, Bones, keeping the secret, Moment, when we’ve doomed ourselves And where no arguing will be Where no answer will be found There is a world, we didn’t save The non-existent world.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Having sown good generous seeds Into the warm wet soil How do you know you'll get the yield Still not spoiled? Without tender care and love Nursing little sprout Without taking weed away Nothing came out! I'll help you through the hurricane Hush, my little child Vermin is exterminated Let the sun shine bright You will grow up, day by day Became healthy and strong So when it's time for me to go away I'm still reborn... The first thing is to plant a tree The second is a house to build The most important is number three This is your son you have to bring up Built of solid stones My house must be firm A comfortable home With happiness living in My children will take this place My children's childen too So when it's time for me to go away I'm still renew... The first thing is to plant a tree The second is a house to build The most important is number three This is your son you have to bring up

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025