Doom

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It bleeds It breathes What stands before us, it is not a machine It breathes, it will bleed and it (will) dream Its body is covered in hundreds of wires And a mouth that attempts to speak, it attempts to lie Only murmurs collapse from its jaws And in a world, a world without A world without you But I rise, the dead will pride It breathes beyond this life So sleep, sleep among us Hesitate no more En...tomb-ment...of-a-ma...chine (entombment of a machine) We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, With only delayed movements from its figure We all begin to strain Entombment of a machine Entombment of a machine What stands before us is not a machine What stands before us is not a machine My legs weaken at the site of the damaged program This program kept you breathing, it kept you alive These circuits diffused once more Its body is covered in hundreds of wires Only murmurs collapse from its scream Entombment of a machine But I saw it die. But I saw it die But I saw It dead. But I saw it die. I saw it die. I watched it die.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Her mouth stands to convey swarms of plague, time slowly corrodes as her jaws have locked into place. At the grips of her own hands this woman carries her victims to their passing, they hold back tight. For when this woman arches back her skin sheds from her bare limbs, her own flesh begins to pile at her own feet. This disease continues to dialate as it imerses through the air, she can no longer hide what she is. Contamination grows in the town where she lays and sleeps, she can no longer hide what she is. Her people before her beg only for forgiveness as their flesh begins topeel from their bodies, their flesh pile at their own feet.

His landscape has been scorned with death. Once a city nowlaid to ash. A decaying father has left his bastard son with his addcitions at his side. Chased away, consumed from his fixations, this mans life went down in flames. Chased away what he's created, his hunger grows. There is no end to this life of fixations, he remains a walking corpse as his legs will move forward. For his addictions itch at his throat only to crave more of the blood he seeks. When buried, his tomb will breathe, his hands will rise from his grave begging only for sleep. Dear father, I'll be wating, I've saved you a seat in hell. For this man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child, he stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Blood begins to spill from an open sea, dead bodies churn within the tide. Attachment. They drift against a now reddened sea. These rising waters blush as their bodies decompose. Dozens of corpses buried at sea, they swim in their graves. They've proved themselves being too weak for this attachment, the tide rises, the tide breaks. I hope I have made my last point, for the weak have fallen and I now stand alone. They now all swim in their own graves

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Goodbye, I'll mend your loss. Your ashes and embers will soon light up the skies. The carcass of your martyr burns, in the process of punishment. You only have yourself to blame, so take my hands, for you will be burned before their eyes. What more does it take to see your death? How much must be done to see you choke. Let the carcass of the martyr burn in the process of punishment. Suspended by the throat, the knot chokes tight

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025