Crusher of the Seed

Steal the flame - The field is burning in night From the fire - Glowing in a world forgotten Steal the seed - We are beings of no peace From the root - Barren earth left beneath The invisible terror, a thunder of hooves grows nearer, but far enough to close your eyes, forget this world you left behind, and breathe in its dying breath Thread the needle, tighten the rope, let this world, bleeding from the center Witness the movement of our soul turning away, turning in dissent, endure this sorrow, and glimpse this end We are speaking, but are you listening? The crusher of the seed, brings emptiness (At the moment of death, at the moment of the face of destruction, the sky's righteous know no vengeance that comes with full direction...) Will another word be uttered? Or this pain, this everlasting silence? Sheltered in everlasting swathes of night, limbs over limbs, towards the within, within worlds forgotten

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 28, 2026