Demonic Wealth

Crowded in Fluidity Reflect the coming misery Likened to that of ice and graves to worship and preserve for the remainder to see and feel the sounds and emotions collected in wide nets by limbless christs in a lake bright with the green of the natural godhead Call to quiver and shake off useless limbs Too careless in folds of plasma The crushing weight of foreverness The yearning of times remaining to be seen Brown rain gently fading into the fullness of sleep

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Like the breeze off the necks of the dead with their bloodless veins full of those ghosts The souls of the found one shall float on its own dilution away from the lightless regions As the fury of time embarks on its release to spread this desire of self outward Air to lung, lung to grave, again and again

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Feeling the passing and seeing with hindsight to balk at the years of non-life and wish to see those possibilities fulfilled. Prayers to be of the other side yet retain the self as such, clouded faded signs of remembrance gently pausing to count the days past Living still with the wrongness at hand With an eye on sin Christen this life as lived

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Too bright to be… the former judgement of space Strangled freedom has no place in this life Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain this crowning shall push the usage back Be it granted physical or mental In a passage of pain Hiding without reason and leaving without either A mass for the strangled without the redness of a putrid forgiveness the lakes flood out of understanding of quieter times with the eyes of the dead sloth and the piles of burned bears trading their likeness for the betrayal of this suffering bloodline The magnitude of sanctity shouldn’t betray these moments of thought Counting back one still finds the faces little changed

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

To brighten this sinking wisdom in flights of yearning Like the sapphire undiscovered as a life source The sound envelopes destroy and create in a wicked mimicry of the one called man.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Messengers of light lame their followers with words of unforgiving merciless stress claim distinction for glowing challenge the unblinking eye tears streaming forth in disgust patterns Shout back through time to speak a withered idea in a withered language just to finish Force a word to be more until the tongue leaks poison

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The elk moans bending under the weight of cells years before the passing of demonic wealth the leaves wail the sadness of those stricken silent To be of the growth and of the end To be of the growth and of the end Solid be the fragments of heart and its continued diminishment Judged and remembered time and again as one to underestimate and ever feel time’s cold push cannot disintegrate such longing and such regret

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Treeform coagulate clouds and foam cover the stones and sharpen the likeness of water til ice mimic animal To purport on jealousy in the heart of insanity or the thickness of juniper ash Lands shall blend with lifestorms of resistant strains Memory clouds benefit those suffering in patterns To whimper in the eyes of respect and scrutiny a scoff and a glance shattering the gospel before

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025