Code 666 - Religion Syndrome Deceased

Herds of inane cattle Assemblage of flesh and defunct minds Never stopping to think even for a while Not discovering the fundamental lie Years of suffering among the fools of this world Fatigued by the absurdity of the living and utter disparity with the regime Abruptly being ripped apart Risen from irrationality Seen thorough dullness of men Through the tombs of reason have I dwelled Long lost secrets now unveiled I am the shaper of the future I am the sculptor of today Giving things the meaning the essence and the form I am the one to lead the way My order, my coalition, my children Beginning of new period in time is at hand The mindless shall be drawn back to reality The bags of flesh now blind they will see The configuration of the coming times is at my hands

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Awakening from thousand years of sleepless dreams Beneath my morbidness at the present time Which has become the realization of the future and the past A throne of a mind-shaped emptiness hammered into a flesh-burning soul My divine desires to open the future Eyes have become lies An evolution of a genius in mind Scientification of a mankind changed what am I to be and what to believe The pain and suffer from the truth unveiling me And my soul torn apart There is no end Life is a trap Reality My desire poured into inanity

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

I am but a shard! Meek shattered from the isolated From the grandest pattern of them all Crafted to very finest of perfection Shard, piece of imagination Given birth by isolation Were I thrown, like a corrupted thought... Rather departed I like a stream Another matter grandest of them all Yet after I took a form Yet I truly were aware of me I came and saw this black-sided glass This which reflected god's own will What were I told All were he I am but a shard Someday ill die But those thorns In his crown so pale They pierced his eyes those eyes so vain If one seeks for a place So sweet'n light Take an eye to yer chest Is crumbled Yn blight There is no heaven Nor day Nor night Take an eye to yer chest Yer all perished

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

My hypernation mantic Revealing my intentions and beliefs Of my internal flesh and external mind Which speaks and sees the path From the pools of paranoia To the kingdom of putrid Hypernational existence I drift in an immanence Of erroneous lessons Of a past experience Like a cruelty in an introspective beast I can't run away from the thing in me I am inside your empty words I become your pressure of my inhumanity There is no written prophecy To give beliefs To a given mantic in me Commands in a superfictional field of my body Feeding the ground and giving life to seeds Forever turning through a lifetime Endless self-manipulation of soul and mind What am I That rules me from inside It is my hypernation mantic to be

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

He tried to tell me something Brittle wheezing sound he made All the shrewd little bastards Unspoken words tease my mind Take action when the lights are out Pleasantly compulsive behaviour Prey on what is theirs There's no quiltless souls Wallow in their despair Construct a shrine of grief Gather all the lost hopes All the crushed beliefs Let me introduce you to myself My name is Death How are you doing, my friend? My den is becoming crowded With the residue of human lives The walls breed larvae The ceiling is caving in Perforating my soul Cultivating my loathing of life

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Like worms they crawl into your mind And cause you an infection That only one thing can cure And in the end you are infected by yourself infected by thousands of years of imagination Your contemptible time at the hand of god I think it's nothing worth Neverending sanctimonious principles That is the essence of the weak belief You cannot see the truth with your own eyes You are blinded by the lies they told you You have a hollow mind That is why you deserve to die It's all little white lies Now you can solve the way out of the religion syndrome

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Would it be easier to live in a plastic world? Would it be a relief if the remembrance from the past Was just a dream? Intoxicated by dirt By the religion syndrome The alternative is in your hands And the guilty is in the looking-glass You can deny the lesser one But eventually you can't deny what you are Your nature can solve who's the lesser one The remnants of humanity Do not really exist As doesn't common sense You can't deny what you are Would it be easier to sleep under the ground? Would it be a relief if the descendants of divinity Were deleted from the pages? The illusion of life It's all little white lies Now you can solve the way out of the religion syndrome

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Denomination of fools Fuck them all By denying god You will tremendously Improve the quality Of your life and attain The highest possible level Of intelligence Denomination of fools Fuck them all And here is the question of the day How many lies can your mind absorb? Producing the poisoned food for the children Corroding their minds My lips keep spreading the words of hate Things can't remain as they are Deny or die Deny or you are already dead inside Denomination of fools Fuck them all My lips keep spreading the words of hate Things can't remain as they are

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Are you unable to see? My scalpels will open your eyes Are you willing to choose? Life through resurrection Are you able to be? The sun, that you should be Are you the end of everything? Yes, you want to be, but still you cannot see... Recreation before the ruining... How can it be? You still want to feel the last breath, of you and me... Of the randomized procreation Take me to your Hi-tech altar Where life has exceeded its rate Where we adore and worship machinery The new-world devily Will a brave new day take you? As it would change anything... Oh yes, you are a victim not the thief (Fukk) Still you need few needles through your skin Ruining before the recreation... How can it be? You still want to see the last junkies, you and me... Of the genetic failure Are your eyes open now? As I told, my scalpels did the work What? You want to close them now? Yes, seeing this scenario is truly worth... of... the pain... and excitement

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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