Okta Khora

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Burgeoning souls Abounding stars Remembrance of our past Sparkles before the fall Serenity has long been gone Decayed vestiges of the lost Panting to retrieve harmony It was a different place back then Lush of cosmic blazes of old Entropy accelerated The play of life isn’t complete Don’t let its headliners yet die Collusion of musing brothers Beholding the unsung And getting to find together The answers they should know Discerning the tremendous threat Before it’s much too late And getting to reach together The way they ought to go Depraved… Nefarious blemishes Debauched… Nothing has been done Agitation has been hoarded Growing glimmers of the fools Gasping to injure unity It is a disparate zone by now Barren cosmic obscurity Unheard magnitude of heralds The pawns of death demand a toll Witness them ignite the heavens Dissonant occurrence

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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War is lost, future is sealed Biting the dust, fleet spread astray Final extinction stage Bright is the sun of sour guilt Fathoming what doom befell Obliterating fierce might Foraging the apex, An edifice of downfall Vanquished, defeated Humiliating checkmate Debris floating in ether Ashes in the shade Carrions in weightlessness Hovering, lighted no more Castaway cargo, Hope has expired at once The Great Debacle Perished coming, life’s last strain Bleak bleeding of rearmost insight Frore is the void that remains A colorless flare in the dark

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Gone is the fear of death Numbed are the odds and ends Lone feeble wounded stars Lean gloss of the starved Dead is the firmament Worn out spirits wither away Nothing withstands amongst the ruins Holding back the final breath Specks of culture fading to black Shredded welkin, the tail of times Pious oracles of faith Zealed, honouring a plague Shut extinguishing sparks Swept crumbs of potency Swamps of desperation Wrecked are the souls wasted away Nothing withstands amongst the ruins Holding back the final breath Specks of culture fading to black Shredded welkin, the tail of times In awe of a blissful cancer A foretell apocalypse concluded Nothing withstands amongst the ruins Holding back the final breath Specks of culture fading to black Shredded welkin, the tail of times

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

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