Irreligious

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Awake... for all is dying, even the dead We are our Past failing to come back. All of us visionaries, With a rope around our neck.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Your honey on coil burns, As tears drop from your grand dead womb Undesired, I fell into your being Releasing shapes inside of you Only seen in your wildest dreams I am the impossibility of your long-kept chastity I am your offence and you can't wait To have me inside of you and taste... Eternity Revolving around me, in desire, you burn As blood drops from your new-awakened womb Undesired, and thrown away from your belief I am the one whom you were taught to renounce In your virginal fear The sweat, the hands, the sleepless nights And the violence of the silent sighs All of them gather in me Take my hand and taste eternity Take my hand and find a new god

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Forever young in a ground so cold The splendor of your death still fresh to behold In your neck an open wound To spawn life into your Love And to feed the creatures of our world We have tasted from the poisoned gift of love Which condemned us to forever fly alone We have experienced an aged potion The wine of life which stole us light May we gather again and be as one And to forever relish in the twin joys As we taste from the poisoned gift of love Forever young in a ground so cold The splendour of your dance still there to behold Our legend is a sin in tongues To eternal sleep, to trance we belong We are now but an empty glance Palid is your state of grace To eternal sleep we belong Feeling the rapture of the world Beneath the violence of this curse From the poisoned gift of love Once I asked you to fly Tonight I recreate the vow: Do not fail to love Me as I have failed to die With you...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Perverse: the religion of pain In each detail a world, I know you hide something...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

As madmen, some hung head down From a long dead tree Some discuss, all at once For no one to hear Variations on emptiness Great themes on vain glory And as some go feral in strange performances Dressing customs that are metaphors Of your disease Hungry eyes are looking for Me...Mephisto Laughing, I feed you With meaningless games, tricks and philosophies Whose answers you would die for In your hunger to believe How it does amuse Me And makes Me wonder For how long that it was Mine Because now it does really inflame Me As if ignorance was my secret desire...Mephisto I am an angel who dresses in red Riding above you, etching fire rings I have learned to fly Don't you remember? While you still have not come down From your long-dead tree I can teach you wonders if you give me your soul Marvels and wild dreams can be yours I can teach you how iron turns to gold And how life can grow so old But I am a demon who dresses in red And I do not hope you will understand...Mephisto

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Look Me in the eyes and drown... "Everyone considered the man in the blue jacket as the most beautiful human being they have ever seen: nuns saw on him the Messiah in flesh; Satan's adorers the lustrous Prince of Darkness; philosophers the Supreme Being; young females an enchanted prince; Men an ideal reflection of themselves." Patrick Süskind: The Perfume ("Story of a Murderer") Look Me in the eyes and drown... I am your vulture, your immoral sculpture Mirrorman, who understands I know you, I am you Your fantasy and reality I wait for you to welcome you in my dreamworld My water-eyes Look Me in the eyes Touch me in the eyes and dream...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025