The Rumored Death of Atlas
Time becoming an absurdity Warped, bending to obstacles at whim Only an arm’s length away I feel I’ve been here before Behind me the road is collapsing With weariness, the horizon is ahead Chasing with urgency The desire to stand At the foot of an old horizon
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 21, 2026
Gathering effects Planning escape with tense precision Under the cloak of dawn From the slightest sound the world can erupt From the softest step the beast may rise Beyond the great door Degradation is replaced with unbridled relief Every herculean effort led to misery The rumored death of Atlas devoured all hope Endless trials prove pointless endeavors Not even the world is worth any of this Sever the ties, leaving the burden In a cold instant become nothing Disappear Savior, thy name is silence
Submitted by NecroGod — Jul 21, 2026