Sovereign Descent

Nailed in place Fingers casting lines unmet Through an unseen fog to only silhouettes Injured ships are dragged To off shore graves There is nothing to discuss On either side of our shorelines Loving days are dying fast Can we only hate the same Resorting to indifference Having no frame of reference Pull me under Drowning my affinity In distance and obstinance Pull me under Drowning me by bottle or by boat Last time I was here It was so cold and I was in pieces Shattered and broom swept Cobblestone hands intertwine First time last time every time Searching for servility Left with disparity Drinks may dampen the blow As our skin breaks too easy Your primitive skin sinks like a stone Casting empty lines to vacant minds I will dry my salt-water eyes Swimming deeper once again Cutting my heart line Cutting my heart line

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The young are immoral the old are all wise youth always lost on these bastards plaguing land and sea-tapping endlessly better unborn than servitude backs on our latitude. I hope to outlive beauty and grace left with only human waste discussing matters of our place cloaks and robes set ablaze. Praying to stand degrading a heartland dollhouse castles line our eyes lost in our minds. Plastering each and every finger inside and out building the stage for hollow plays. Forgiving ourselves in one great epilogue this is pathetic dialogue. Swimming in phrases waiting for placement reciting directions to a bleeding heartland. Where masks are skin sewn shadows fed to tyrants the noise of drums beats down our existence to nothing. These bastards are forced to grin and bear it we are all cursed with ease this pathetic dialogue has turned into my epilogue I apologise for nothing

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Your sneer draws back past curtains past stabbing regret and remorse bloodletting, bloodletting, bloodletting from death sets the course. There is no dividing favour blue blood stains the say abominations are ripped from existence. Forgotten kings emerge philistines faded faces are burned and bled. You're a part of the cycle you must part from man and this place. It may begin again but not today

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Reflections on the water carry guilt with every glance. End this cruel policy end this false prophecy, The incorruptible have been corrupted congratulating on our agony. Our judgement has been altered too many times we remain clouded and paved to the ground. Staining each and every page with ink assigning their own immortality. End this cruel policy end this false prophecy. I'll drag my own soulless body away from here. It's been bruised but never broken bought and sold but never owned. Erecting pillars and platforms promising reform accept this letter of gratitude it means mothing. The direction is far from up the corruption runs deep we are left all unheard screaming for peace

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Embrace your awful self. Now recoil your convictions that justify the suffering you've let spread the idols you've inbred carry burdens unborn. Under my right hand you eat the words you're fed once was is now lost you've been born not bred. Break away from faith terrifying men that watch the cradle crack and swing that split our eyes enrage will never be contained. Unleash the martyrs then cage the sheep. Bow until you've broken through floor until you've torn apart and led astray

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

The grey. Away. Crawling out from under the grey sprawling bodies will waste away the cycle is starting it will emerge clutch a flask of ash. The illusion of sentiment buried with contempt convince them all to repent. Cycle of flames on flesh cycle of pain to rage cycle the fall of fate break the cycle of hate. Stop the heart of common guilt by letting go of common filth born dead with virgin eyes leave them to their own demise. Fighting comprehension in one dimension living censored lives caging opened eyes. Censored day after day until my voice gives way

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Bathe in theocracy down on bended knee whip your saddle backs into place each divided by race. My eyes turn white my back will bleed. Categorise the past we all were once the crucible lay stake into the earth with unrest and hate. Bury the burdens you take kill the resentment you make overthrow the anchor that keeps you here heal your bended knee broken from fear. The mumbling pains of peasants expecting nothing receiving less knees bleeding in fear for eternities to come. Blame cast out too late chained by the same fate I hesitate then compensate for murder well deserved. We move forward. Childhoods torn apart even in the face of death we divide the right setting life aside. Our eyes turn white while our backs will bleed

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

A wife's contempt a mother's filth drinking tar inhaling flames always lusting after daughters until their bellies swell unnamed your iron glove slips so easy your silver tongue scores watching you tear apart door after door. Less than death cradle of war less than death bodies unborn. Walking these blurred lines drawn from complacent minds always from the same unknown swelling up to make up for everything that surrounds you lovers sleep loveless daughters get your guns and bury me in these walls. Screaming nectar floods the earth clouded minds are kept at bay. I can drink the nectar I inhale the flames swelling unborn bodies hideous the change. Emerging only in a solid state of waste screaming nectar floods the earth clouded minds are kept at bay emerging only in a solid state of waste. Internment undefined households redefined

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Stigma. Break our stigma. Become an iconoclast seize this virtue that is so faint we realise our own significance and are consumed with hypnotic fervent. And so the lamented minds of those who live to hate. Languished with unclouded fires my blushing palms swell and rage this uncharted maze leaves all life behind we begin to rise with the tide. And so the lamented minds of those who live to hate are drunk with self disgust guided by vanity. Inbreed and put to rest is the life of all humanity. Let there be one less oceans edge smeared with forgotten graves one less mother with a lipless grin drowning in her faith we set the stage We live to hate

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025