ב: The Black Bile

The priest with the head of the goat The goat with the voice of a man The man who betrayed the Lord The Lord who chopped up his veins The veins separated from flesh The body that lacks a soul The soul that dwells in the darkness The darkness heavier than coal The coal that was food to the people The people who worship the dog The dog who would eat his believers Believers who die in his throat And God knows why I discovered my doors to the dungeon And God knows why There was the thing there was We're moths that fly toward darkness Darkness heavier than coal Lacks of a soul As men who foresaw Christ's birth And those who predicted his death Wouldn't believe that the thing Called a cabaret was there Not servility and masochism Not a million death would satisfy The priest, the dog, the man, the lord We're moths that fly toward darkness

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

The dreamy-eyed thralls Coiled in bitter angst Torn and broken Frayed with neurosis All too human All too human I ate the shadows, the fumes, the mist With tertullian zeal i consume my gloomy fare And after each montanist ecstasy I fell astray and lost the golden bough Horrors conceived for mankind of old Brute skeletons surround me here The dead men's bones in smoke and mould In the currents of life in action's storm A stygian depth A miasmic shroud Metousiosis flame The solitude of deranged All too human I ate the shadows the fumes the mist Fragile mind consumes its gloomy fare Many have claimed the throne of God I broke His will and lost the golden bough

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Flux of shame and exultation Inner intoxicating, delightful tremor Warmth and mellowness in defeat In it the sense of victory! Lost all faith in inspiration And miraculous veneration of truth Uncontrolled and entangled Perpetually confused A lifeless form of life A spiritual lust We hunger for esoteric nourishment Primordial prior prevailing delusion Of salvation of the soul- Delusions freed in malign Inspired onslaughts of skeptics And outer restlessness The extinction of morality And the spirits from the past The harsh the powerful the impetuous Oh the potent wretchedness! We bear onward the banner of enlightenment And celebrate the destruction of Christian dogma The devious web-weavers bewilderment As they succumb to their own malediction The diminished and uprooted, Imago Dei And maggots in life's bread

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

O Voltaire, O Humanity, O Nonsense Who we are - who we abhor Abandoned, half dead and tormented Were the saviours believers? Will the simpletons obey? Whirling under the skull Miasmic maelstroms As his patron's eye turns away Souls discovery And her part in all this madness Hope's obscurity Will the saviours decieve us? Spread the word King of Jerusalem lost his crown War! Proclaiming war! On preachers of servility God! Almighty God! Now a cane for the old Awe! Stand in awe As the tar consumes us whole Word! Spread the word Poisoned ousia feeds the womb Crawl! Wade through row In tar lay memories of the soul Pallbearers carrying yet another False messiahs wreath of remembrance Mourners marching among them We march on... onwards

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Death grins its teeth And like a thief stalks Devils guide, angels hide And judge's finger seeks my eye The light, the warmth, the knife within The mysteries of skin The clown, the fire, the devil, the angel The ember and coal and the fiend Awed and burdened By the souls thrown into nihil I am a rioting mob Vengeance and imminence And delight of fading life

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Flocking to the light like moths They are vagrants without a home Standing under others gates Here fools wielding poems Thieves and liars haggling for redemption While me and I no longer share a conscience One seeks to find his way - other begs to lose Shed his clarity and stand naked as Lazarus Leper kings of Jerusalem Hand in hand with the czandal Hail to the vulgar commoners Whores, butchers, and performers Sucking the word like an udder To feed their posthumous selves Man-made morality - the essence of the world Reality made guise and virtue a delirium The soverign made czandal - to be God be an animal Holy opium delightful holy opium

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I saw my eyes flood with bile Susceptible mind so easily scathed Entrails burning with gangrene And angst builds the devil's spider nest The world of ghosts is not closed for us Yet we dwell in bardo with outstretched arms Bowing our heads as we wait to be baptized In a great lake of gloom In the black bile cold and dry Filled with excess filled with angst Melancholic waiting for mercer Soaked in black bile cold and dry