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Making allegations of questionable value How can you right what isn't wrong? All our preoccupations, all of out pretensions Placated to the point of retardation This distinction in unfakeable These flaws are unavoidable This is a hippopotomac landmass And we can't even coexist Automatons and our prehistoricisms

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Deprived of one's consciousness, all is distorted Deluded forever, so long with this contortion A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined Fragments of character mold confusion Enticing words fall out of decaying mouths This deceiving visage is a slap in the face Yearning for a piece of mind, all senses are re- Vealed, bleeding color and shape Tourturous windings of thought remain A surge of uncertainty pierces flesh Left with this vision of clarity that will not be Reached

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Dazed with shovels in hands and gapaing faces But there's really no assistance needed The gluttons have already dug all our graves It's so hard to tell what is and isn't When contradictions are commonplace Souls stripped, sensors disabled, Maneuvered perceptions The will to foreknow is here But you don't have to use it Just live to breathe this ailing earth in death

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Life, stretched out landscape beneath my feet Time disintegrates in the palm of my hand Familiar roads reflect fortitude Ridden with fatigue Breaking through these layers Another layer of skin Tolerance slowly withers Lungs denied all air Choking myself once again Premonitions of failure, hinder action Burning these days Trying to retain, this balance

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025