Sundown

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On the deserted shore of a distant sea a man shouts to the sky. His speech arcane, his eyes grave and feral. What has brought him here on such a pale morning? These shores are no place for aimless wandering as the piles of bleached bones can attest. Why does he clamor relentlessly to an empty sky? Straining to be heard over the crashing of waves. In the shadows of crumbling structures just past the shore where his rants are entirely ignored, is there any life? Any still breath? Any blank eyes fixed upon his every move? As a vile wind starts to whip its way along the stale lifeless coast; the man falls to his trembling knees. His mouth silenced - paralyzed by agony. Will he survive the horrid night? As night begins to blanket the remains of this empty day The man writhes in the damp sand, succumbing to an unrelenting misery. Night has returned to transform the sky into a still obsidian ocean. Sight has been vanquished to the grasp of absolute nightfall. The man knows that these are his final hours. The man knows that this is his all time low. All time low.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Lies, lies, lies, lies. Cast down from the disgusting tongues of men obsessed with the fiction printed on the pages of an archaic book; one prescribed to many as the answer, the cure. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. The driving force behind all evangelism is the lurid pursuit of a monetary gain. Instilling a fear of god secures wealth for the men of god. Wake from the fog of 2000 years Rise above the tide of submission Wake from the fog of puritan ideals Rise above the gutless herd mentality that plagues, that corrupts, that perverts, that demoralizes all. I will always be the wolf. The free-thinker. The tormentor of the herd. I WILL NEVER PRAY FOR ANYTHING. NOT FOR LIFE, NOT FOR DEATH. NOT FOR GOD, NOT FOR COUNTRY. NOT FOR PEACE, NOT FOR WAR. I WILL NEVER PRAY.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

A ferocious wind is cleansing all minds tonight. Its teeth a rain of unending spears piercing every thought of malice of ill will of spite. Let the eyes fall blind To the dust of time As it rages from zenith to nadir. Let the mouth fall silent and fill to the lips with the grinding sand of a destroyed culture's past. In the hallucinatorium A ferocious wind Is cleansing all minds tonight.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

I have been crawling for countless days now. Where has the world gone? Days are becoming grim years And grim years are becoming aeons of rot. As I rest my face in my filthy hands lassitude cripples my tired frame. This long road is coming to an end. I am returning to the oldest place I know A swamp at the far end of the earth, choked with the vilest of all things. The perfect place to die. The stench of humility will be all that welcomes me back into the mire of this fetid hellhole. I am tired of total failure. I am afraid of a dismal future This swamp will reduce my life to carrion. This is the epicenter of my death.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

The lungs of this great Earth have filled with humanity's ashes. A rebellious flame has scorched the body clean. A ravaged land, free from the teeth of the human machine machine has given up all secrets. The reclamation can now begin. Rise...from the Earth. Once again claim what is yours. This new dawn is now the first dawn. This new day is now the first day. The scent of human history has all but been erased, forever. A smoldering memory that only the Earth will remember. The storm clears. The light returns. Illuminating A charred wasteland. Silence. A world free from The clutches Of scathing human furor. The wretched curse Has been lifted Allowing a return to times long passed. The final Resting place Of civilization Lies under Unfathomable Depths of ash.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

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Mountains shield me For I possess the arsonist's flame. The thrill of watching this valley burn Would be the greatest escape. Mountains shield me For I am one cruelly inclined To set sky and earth ablaze With no remorse and no regrets. The flames will rise to great heights. The flames will rise to dethrone the light. I will be safe at sundown. I will be safe at sundown.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025