Prone Mortal Form

Who's at the helm Of the purge that looms? Should I bother trying to see Outside of this room? I can tell you now, I'll be left behind On that fabled day When the beggars will ride The distant, crushing call to continue Makes a heart sink willingly Into a chemical bath Every insecurity reminds you Of the voice determining your choice of path Believe me now, I'll be left behind On that fabled day when the beggars will ride If I champion misfortune, is it just Just an extension of Dismantling a pale facade My disdain for convention

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

[Jenkins/Crowley] Long before the siege us lifted See that more than men were felled The desolate expanse the victor The conqueror, the void, the well Life had slithered forth from it The actual antagonist In every battle fought against Apparent need for quieting and The victor's exultant moment Adrenaline flow fleeting Human agony's no the answer So why is it in the plan? Life had slithered forth from it The actual antagonist In every battle fought against Apparent need for quieting And lifelessness The victor's exultant moment Adrenaline flow fleeting Human agony's no the answer So why is it in the plan?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman] Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openly Battered, banished, ill-remembered Terrified of something seen We grew to reek of martyrdom And (our) mutual misanthropy Certain pleasures taken from him Never meant to want to be Emptier known as a number Lack of luck would not explain His traveling for safety's sanction "Standing on his head an always Landing on his feet" Casting blame and laughing In facetious conversation Certain pleasures in return he Never meant to want to be Emptier known an a number They found him cold this morning They found him cold at dawn

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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[Jenkins/Stevenson] Bullets in the bathroom wall Are more a sign of putting up Than giving into anything You'd think of giving in to Say you saw it coming on Well show us how it comes to A blaming hand A solemn end A sort of sense An empty chamber Oh he will provide Greater man Have fallen victim, have fallen victim A fallen victim There lies A fallen victim A fallen victim A fallen victim Mirrors in a pool of sanguine

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Well, boy, I saw that face again today On another stranger's humbled stumbling frame I had to think to keep my Helping hands to myself Every day I hate to be this way Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing Time spent wanting, wandering away from here The time comes when you run out OF good things to say I'm overwhelmed by the number of things To fight for Don't try to tell me that we're not gonna run out Escape is unfulfilling, but it warms the willing What goes on? With little help from the fearless man in charge We'll push ourselves back over the fading horizon The rhythm of this grinding beast keeps me on It's pain itself that keeps the tears from rising It's logic versus conscience I've got to lose myself in something Hide away, slide away from pulling back A pulsating bloody stump Time spent wanting something to improve Time spent wanting someone to move That it's time to lose some sense Time spent wanting something new

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Responsibility vile for those who'll accept it Follow one, follow another, Tongue in wisdom A certain kind lives to be directed Will you be the one to clutch the jaws And grab and rip them And now you say Twitching tongues Twitch in tongues Twitch in tongues aloud he doublespake Built with all the fallen forms Composting pile of viscous warm Getting older, cemented over Sickening, salted, suited soldier Washing tons of decay away (I'm) picking out me piece today Eliminate the words they say Twitching tougues on shiny trays

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

[Jenkins/Stevenson/Silverman] Come hither in a weakened state In my name you're bound to make some enemies Score and one behind me With (a) child's eyes I regard his story Shall prohibit interaction As the wondrous world, the wondrous world The world collapses Know me hear me hate me Nineveh A panacea, human hope Frantic fiction prevaricope Exclusionary, narrow scope Invented in isolation Erstwhile it was geographic The incontinence of Ecclesiastics Simply just is not a fact in The eyes of a man that has someone Someone to save him Know me hear me hate me Nineveh Save them, give your everything Except attention to the inconsistencies Complete with deceit Go ahead and try to will me away

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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[Jenkins/Stevenson] (In the) Darkened shroud of morning Simplified in face and stature Blessing in the storming Sweetness of a subtle feature Alone and safe inside Without worry, with out knowing who's Been cast aside Twisted down, escape to rest I will writhe in my December These crafted understandings Smother citadel defending They'll miss a motive is cast together (The) comfort, effort in the end Alone and safe inside Without worry Who's been kept alive Without knowing I will writhe in my December Learned, learned I love the air here And I learned, learned I love the roar in my ears I satiate this urge of mine I substitute the urge to hide Alone, alone and safe inside

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025