Engram of Decline

Naught Ere the beginning of times Blindfolded by icy breaths on oneiric spaces Like shadows we experienced to create Choking on stardust - to be born or to be Lifeless matter stood away from time Roots thrust deep into the aerial grounds As macrocosm of an infinitesimal supernova We're elements of gravity on a fractal universe Abyss' eyes upon a moonlight-born meniscus Simultaneously inside and outside we lived Linked in anonymity - bottomless and topless Flowers of chaos in a contingent enlightenment Reality laid still, a fear to be drawn On the immaculate canvas of genesis As furrows aflame in the wake of the temporal wheel Fractal elements we used to creep under the weight of gravity Longing for the threnody of celestial choirs In a verticality momentum we rise to gaze upon... In a mist layer shrouded world we dream like puny ghosts Anthropomorphic - we established a sense of gravity Time as an artifact of the curved line of matter A before and an after whereby life shall be our archetype

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Matter could not bear the vision of the Blind As only darkness pierced through unconscious gates They used to bow down before the black-glowing suns Yielding substantial wombs to words of reality A nameless raven swept the earthly meniscus Skimming the sparkling winds with its monochrome wings Tearing translucent waters like a veil of flesh Untainted – The Third Eye Emerged – From the Dephts Come to me – Sons of ignorance Humanity’s coronation – Wreathed in clairvoyance Behold – Thy mind begot the essence of verity Blinded – For in its namesake Thou shalt be And thus they weaved the world with lying webs Bright and uncompromising, infested with emotions And thus they built the world for their children’s memorial Naming the stars after their enlightened sights Come to me – Sons of ignorance...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

…Humanity’s Coronation Wreathed in clairvoyance Lucid to solely stare into naught Wrapped in dead silence We fade to solitude In the abstract hands of genesis Consciousness created life in its image Taking the anthropocentric shape of their desires The more rose the light-burned leaves unto the wrath of Ra The more sank heroic roots deep into subsurface springs We now might be through the prism of existence But, curving space through immemorial time In shadows of deadly haste they wrote Hatred's upstrokes upon each other's skins From light violence flew to shade to thus return Blessed in arcane waters by their own-drawn fear And, curving space in spite of immemorial time In shadows of hopeless wait I sense Hatred's token deep in my ghostly flesh Dazzled by obliveon's reflexions we shall push away Contingency that once wove our human crown Wreathed in thorns, baptized yet naked Already acclaiming the blindfolded to come

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Crowned with light of prismatic clouds to be Thousands of water drops to fill the sea Boundless spaces opened behind this name Although tainted by skyless dawns aflame Stenches of necrosed humankind's breath Choking with the panacea of death Uniqueness – ambivalent creation Imago sinking into oblivion That presaged greed to spawn in hearts crawling to the ever-forsaken Which stared restless at their father's fist closed on this upper perdition Rising once again against the Other’s dominion Strangling with its tail in an endless repetition In the blood of their forebears we baptised our children Nerves flickering in the windy caress A moth flew beneath this moonlit promise Scarlet quills of violence, this vengeful duality United in knowledge sprang from multiplicity Rising once again against the Other’s dominion Strangling with its tail in endless repetition In the blood of their forebears we baptised our children Gathered to recover what they once lost Carving the flesh of their own flesh with might They tore his limbs in a reckless delight A parricidal feast upon his ghost Sphinx down ere fulfilment of prophecy Death merging with life – born anew in guilt Wandering blindfolded midst thorns they built Moral effigies for humanity Rising once again against the Other’s dominion Strangling with its tail in infinite repetition In the blood of their forebears we baptised our children The wheel is turning, end annihilated from actions Children of deceit cursed by ancient generations We are the last preachers of sinful aberrations

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Hopeless they stood Fatherless and guilty Begetting in sorrow Alone amongst themselves Dawnless and curved Loathing our finiteness The first eye that killed And the last one that saw These faces altered into a play of shameful reflections Fists open on puny ghosts beneath rainy laments We are possessed by the foundations of a sacred premise Willows of guilt thrust their roots deep in essential grounds Over turbid swamps we walk, beyond an earthly sight we believe Down by the Styx' springs towards bottomless skies we sink Venomous coils of a holy fallacy Sights whole to transcend multiplicity Strangling contingency between the serpentine coils of fate Upon nihilist surfaces a celestial venom to be distilled Rose the third-named altars where shined mists oniric For arachnidean greed self-fragments dwell in webs of reality Venomous coils of a holy fallacy Bleak lands annihilating unity For our inner streams have painted scarlet the horizons In an illusory delight we weaved metaphysic veils Crowned heavens with stars-eyed canvases For we stare at the preaching mouths of creatures beyond Spewing out the subservience of a Manichaean nightmare Thrown in shaded projections we became chosen serves Trapped in ancestral crypts Amid moonlit archetypes That sinful legacy Denied our identity

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Wegsehn wollte der Schöpfer von sich, - da schuf er die Welt. Trunkne Lust ist's dem Leidenden, wegzusehn von seinem Leiden und sich zu verlieren. Trunkne Lust Und Selbst-sich-Verlieren dünkte mich einst die Welt. Diese Welt, die ewig unvollkommene, eines ewigen Widerspruches Abbild und unvollkommnes Abbild - eine trunkne Lust ihrem unvollkommnen Schöpfer: - also dünkte mich einst die Welt. Also warf auch ich einst meinen Wahn jenseits des Menschen, gleich allen Hinterweltlern. Jenseits des Menschen in Wahrheit? Ach, ihr Brüder, dieser Gott, den ich schuf, war Menschen-Werk und -Wahnsinn, gleich allen Göttern! Mensch war er, und nur ein armes Stück Mensch Und Ich: aus der eigenen Asche und Gluth kam es mir, dieses Gespenst, und wahrlich! Nicht kam es mir von Jenseits!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Once blood-blessed at cold dawn, providential heavens That turned into roots the gift of identity In the name of ruled effigies of existence All power out loud, quoth the Father : “Thou shalt be” Embracing in hate black suns of contingency They created the world after their own-drawn fear But how could I exist if I am doomed to be We consecrate creation with a name to tear The chalice bore us nameless, naked – solitude's creation Wholeness lands lifted over Unitarian aberration Staying red deep the tearful eyes of our failing derision As slowly rose from naught the cursed winds of children's horizon And though daylights are restlessly worshipped amidst midnight seeds Deathbreath always carries the flame of our namesake dreamlike greeds Blessed at blood cold dawn from providential heavens Turning the gift of being into creation Worshipping the festering laws of existence All breaths damned for Humanity's coronation Staying red deep the tearful eyes of our failing derision As slowly rose from naught the cursed winds of children's horizon Give highest mounts the force to build a memorial to silence We are the ones whose denial carved names twisted in violence

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Reflective illusions have bred an endless spiral Perpetual path of a fleeting inner universe We now sow the signs of timeless sacred oaks We are but as many narcissistic loops Down beneath heavens Sketching diurnal nightmares Down before an ever-grey doom For a causality to preach Down... To worship the intrinsic relics of an ambivalent parricide As blinded mist hunters we smashed mirrors into pieces Dreaming new idols in shades of black Down beneath heavens Sketching diurnal nightmares Down before an ever-grey doom For a causality to preach La conscience a établi un clivage paradoxal, projetant notre regard vers les reflets de sombres hauteurs – enfouissant les sources de notre existence. Créant le mouvement à travers le phénomène, nous avons conçu la fin comme la transcendance du moyen. L'illusion d'une causalité rassurante annihilant l'action, le moment, le sentiment, l'être, le divin... Nous sombrons toujours plus profondément dans les affres du déterminisme. Perpetuating through rusty statues As the choirs of human essence Being despite inexistence As motionless summits under gloomy clouds we stand Corroded by the acid rain of knowledge The new bark of a suppurating bilateral dominion We are but as many narcissistic loops As many water drops on wrathful winds of wholeness

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

From a crimson dusk embracing the fall of winter heights That took monochrome dreams over with moonless sights Moonless yet dazzling like sand dunes Flayed through a nameless misery Our voices sink against the nocturnal singings Into the dusty ennui of a conform thought In the hollows of ocean valleys I wander This nagging glimmer shall remain my grandest curse Faces fallen as the threnody of a circular pendulum Through aeons still I wonder Solitude stays an earthly sorrow Aquatic reflections – our infernal shadows Holding burning suns in our ritual hands Hell is an earthly abode A sweet flagrance of genetic poison Sparkling violence and intrinsic hatred Under the ashes of charred trees I rest This nagging glimmer shall remain my deadliest curse Faces drowned in the abyssal depths of mind Through aeons still I wonder Like clay creatures in a pre-existent altar Carrying illusory flames under deceitful winds My midnight melody Alone amongst themselves At twilight of highest mounts Shall I face the world united Ephemeral names – faceless Through aeons still I wonder When come the most silent hour Throwing my heavy crown of light aside I Listen to the depths-spurting springs' whispers

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Listen to the depths-spurting springs Like a core in flames supporting an anaclitic bark At death of night they whisper the faintest riddle For those who still have an ear to behold Through aeons still I used to gaze upon Lyrical songs as an architectural monolith Plebeian choirs in archaic dissonances A fear shared midst uncounted unquenched roots Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Temporal wheel closed on a compulsive spiral Purpose for purposes – to be born or to be Our desires consumed us behind deceit The twilit glows of truths gathered I dreamt global crystal that withdraws into itself Opening to reflect the starlit meniscus So leaves shall fly away beyond the tops Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Threnody spawned from silent nothingness Solitude among ourselves, one word to curse us all Simultaneously inside and outside we stand Like skin torn apart – narcissistic haemorrhage Petrified by Möbius' deadly command Under nocturnal skies of despair we bleed Rise over thyself Through aeons still I wondered Gazing upon highest mounts Whereas the truth rests in the abyss Threnody spawned from silent nothingness Solitude among ourselves, one word to curse us all Rise under the lands Man is something that must be overcome Fall over the seas For the answer dwells deep in thee Humanity embraced by the archetype of death Möbius strip... Engram of decline Decline...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025