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I see the world I hear its voice As if for hundreds of years Has it rang in my ears This loathsome sound And what it it'll say Have never I Taken as mine All the ideals reek of shit It has not been better, even "long ago" Cold... Everywhere is cold Pain... Would not let go Nothing... Disturbs Reason... Does not leave We piously believe We want to believe The tale about "the good" Then, or already there Eyes are shut Heart is locked End to the memory has come You are on the edge

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Your eyes are empty Your throat is mute Your faces are all alike Is your being easy? Flocks of sheep await The blind guide Hungry eyes seek The place with nobody's grass Do you want to be different? Do you consider that you think freely? Everything around bothers you? Do you think it bothers too much? You cannot live without a fight? You have not a minute of peace? You cannot stand being here even a moment? Why then are the same people around?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Dusk and pain Hatred... Death... "Who'll understand? Who does not have the everybody?" Solitude... Shadow... Soaring bird... Remain alone, But is the fear in this? Forget the peace! The numb cold! The light of solitude! Over the years! Rotten fruit, Transparent ice, Filled with lies Are your clear skies! The deception of visions, Reluctance to know, It seems to be a joke To stand and stand again A stone in the chest - It's hard to breathe! Forget everybody - There is nothing here What's worth to live with! What's worth enjoying with every breath! And what is there to breathe with Earth is full with darkness! Death... Emptyness... Pain... And peace... Rotten flowers Under mossy leaves.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Clean body Covered with dirt clods, Clear thought Is a dying bird When the knife is in the chest, The gun is at the temple, And there is no hand, But it's not needed! The choir of advisers The stupid speech, The grave is dug out Why not lie down? They hide away, Filled with lies They toss about, Torn apart with claws Fighting for the unrealizable Covered with dust Poured with blood Sheeted with iron Spirit knows no mercy Would not yeld to heart Breaks the chains Soars a free bird above the earth! I am alone here I am no one here I am redundant The time has come The roaring silence The dead movement The matter's been studied The winter of humanity!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Your word is too sincere, Your deeds are too devoted, Everything is too much, but again, Look around - and you're gone! Gradually we'll all go into non-existence Marching bravely into the new life! With the determined walk! Under the eye of a gun! The millions of sheep walk in a circle, Tearfully beg the "god" hearts For the peace, calm, love - Being watched over they want to be free? Hatred... Only hatred! Sorrow... I overcome in me! Hopes?... There is no place for them! Future?... There is no future for the Earth! The Sun will give a smile But for the last time this time! The mankind will stumble over In its winning march! Everything around, you are everywhere, The heart hates, but does not sigh! Your stares are mute, And don't you say the sun is rising somewhere!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Every new dawn... Brings new pain and there is nothing here and the blood cools down. To go through the kingdom of fear and sorrow without regarding the borders, I don't know if many can find oneself in this kingdom in order not to become the unknown. And come back from the ashes clean for the bitterness to become a dream and for the anger to throw sparks! The heart is full with deadly poison! The spirit is mighty as the sword's steel! Knowledge will tread down the "faith"! To be the fire among the clouds! To be the fire in the middle of the ocean, to be the poison for the herd for the mother to bear children, for her to be proud, not ashamed-the feelings choked on the poison and the peace was not even in a dream, the sun was not overshadowed by smoke. I have said, I have waited for too long! The free word is as a bird! The sun rose like the eyeball! To mingle in the fog... I will not let living in bondage!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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