Suffocating Hallucination

Today a cherub, whose hand I held, spit in my face With spurs in my back digging in like needles, flew away Abandoning me Maybe a sign? Omnipresent chaos and misfortune Is the hatchling a source of bitter nourishment? Or forbidden in nature? As the modern rusty chain spreads its length across this fucking Earth Now a cherub whose hand I held spits in my face Spurs in my back Dug in needles Abandons me Maybe a sign of chaos and misfortune Is the hatchling a source of bitterness? Or forbidden in nature… As a modern rusted chain spreads its length across this fucking Earth, obligatory and bitterly, without permission… So will I

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 08, 2026

Nothing to hold onto that has not been killed from being set free

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 08, 2026

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