Deus Otiosus
It exists as a mere concept, and beyond that there is nothing All perception is limited only by the awareness of perception itself Speak, marauder; bereft of lungs! "This here body is a figment of my wayward finger motion Where truths unnamable occur in different paradigms of time, Space, formless form, and limited accountability. My moment is your aeon, and my aeon is another's moment. On limbs of a scattered poet my spirit soars Bury me in a nameless grave! I came from God the world to save. I brought them wisdom from above: Worship, and liberty, and love. They slew me for I did disparage Therefore, religion, law and marriage. So be my grave without a name That earth may swallow up my shame. Into the ashen winds, circling above the procession of laughter A profound insult undying in foul response To pitiful riddles posed on an altar constructed from human tongues So be my grave cold and unknown Poison all roots that may have grown That air may chew on my name renowned That I may die without a sound I am untimed, creative thought I dissappear indefinitely with each breath of the cosmos." Reclining thus in seismic wakes Hidden from scrutiny, debate or vision.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 21, 2026
Tempting curious forms, forming monuments of ash As memory loses its path along the skewered lanes of life Defiled beyond any imaginable concept of concept itself. Yearning for utter annihilation Spit in the mirrors of life. A snickering contortion - Wander into the subconscious realm of torture A plunge into terror indescribable.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Weary of concoction, the strain of aeons grips split momentum Exhale the embers of contemplation, let the spirit escape the gaping mouth Like a brooding Leviticus, exhausted from restriction A self-imposed oxymoron wrapped in reclusive defeat Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses! Renunciation of all value and indeed denial of existence entire For shame or boredom of the immeasurable atrocity which has grown from simple dirt Bleeding superbly in frantic acts of passion The whimpering voiceless sound insinuating speech The voice which will not deny it's grace to all who are obedient. Retire in solemn cold, to end of ends on tired paths Complete polar dimensions apart from the current state Not capable now even of memory or lack thereof Under its own regimental development, Governed by chaotic form, lacking in no opportunity to grasp the message. The chilling Logos thrown waywards and accumulating in dank corners The creative word flung about and receding piece by piece
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Feed me crushed glass feed me ones and zero's every once in a while a new paradigm comes along but the mindset stays the same nothing changes, sometimes only the perception of value Like walking in circles through rain, whether one walks or runs makes no difference you still get soaked to the bone like a rat and arrive back at the start. You are all sadists, greedy and sick awaken all the cosmos at the same precise moment and a flood of vomit will encompass the entire globe Behold a silver lining in the wormhole at this stage the journey is not voluntary fall through cracks in concrete walls fall down into the endless Fall victim To the perfidious gloom (Constructed as a meditative piece - lyrics a product of automatic writing October 2007)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Reclusive whisperer, tempter idiotic Life's poisoner The final conclusion matters not Lies upon lies in a stream of piss For hope is not lost, she was never born! The fantastic visions of serene life, surreal, mirages! Veils protect the eyes from dust Experience the true surreal potency of the inner self Experience art in personal form, if ever such a thing can exist Eyes roll back into the skull Eyelids flickering The skin on the inside of the mouth is cracking from lack of water The mind flies through a corridor of galleries, lost. Hopelessly lost, Hopelessly lost. Feel the obliterating power of the spinning earth Undying life, an affirmation. A poison seance, a cycle of rusted truths The yearning, screaming, recurring nightmare - Everlasting life. Know thyself and know thine own dust! Know now the sting of waking Know now the spasms of overcoming As the breath of sleep is smothered
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A leap into terrible nihilism... Lazy eye of our creation Survey the broiling soup, rotting in your gaze Defying measurement and concepts bare The hideous diagram displays the arched craft Spinning leathery coils into the belly of acidic ruin Form of forms, the stammering truth denying change Incompetence breeds dissonance Rapture incessant, daunting arrival of a questionable wrath Deus Otiosus Status shifting in violent moments Deus Absconditus Leave the universe, let stars devour abominable life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026