Abhorrence in Opulence

We are no one We are legion Chanting sermon from the vilest depths Thousands voices spitting razors May reverence be torn to shreds Vessels of a darker truth Flailed by stygian whips Until she rots and lies stinking in the earth Bind us ! Revocate us ! You know you can't - for we are eternal Evoke us, condemn us ! This whore is ours, she is our tool We are endless, omnipersistent We are your vindication We are those who dwell within Harbingers of vestal fears Blurred mirrors Cruel infliction Contortion of the soul Abhorrence in opulence And the white sheets are full of stains And the gowns are all torn And the rosary lies ripped on the floor Signs carved in vivid flesh Revel in our hate Hiding in the shade of our wings And what would you do If your saviour really came ? In your triumph you'd only vanquish yourselves Your litanies - the true apostasy We are those who dwell within

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Crawl - among the locusts and worms And sing their masochistic hymns Fall - of the morals within A poetry of mockery Grave - sonnets of sarcastic eloquence Too light to sink Grim and empty extasy The suffocating empathy Put a price on sacred thoughts Feast on feces on a silver plate You wish for pain But you are numb And so you feed your children To those without a soul You wallow in their puke Dung beetles in spider webs I feel like a feather Among the falling stones And thus essence flows Down - into the sewers A breed so acyetic Pigs - that swallow all Cast me out Out of life Life that means "Meaningless" Emptiness to compensate Bile sludge to masticate An entire cutural history

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Sleep came Like an ornery guest Came late, left early And brought bad company Within the wellless keep of Somnus Ghostlike memories arise from the moat The vast ballroom is a courtyard Figures sway in abussic grace Sleepless in sleep Infernal revenants They scream, accuse Insane Visions from the looking glass Bear a truth obscene A sick libertto And here they speak The silent dead They echo through the labyrinth They stare in through the windows Towering fears Ethics reversed In morbid choreography Inverted lights flicker Mimetic landscapes Dissonant chords All out of measure An ensemble defunct Sleepless in sleep Infernal revenants They scream, accuse Insane As daylight draws The music ends But the silence is not real I know they will return

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Soothed and serene From life comes apathy Even blood flows in reverse Blessed sleep be my hearse My weary eyes behold The tragedy of life unfold Contempt, filth, slime, flesh Bones, blood, cancer Blade, noose, pill, gas Rats, worms, sheep, vermin All in the turmoil Semantics of nothingness Carved in stone forever Circles spiral as we suffer Silence, bemourn the noise of the dead Herald the scorn and despair Silence, bemourn the wuthering construction The remnants of what lies corrupted In my separation I find contemplation Spit forth the carrion Withered flesh in tongue and mouth Verbal constipation Urges venesection I heed my depravity It is my destiny For this is the curse To be happy is worse Afflicti pro peccatis nostris Quotidie cum lacrimis Epectemus finem nostrum Carved in stone forever Circles spiral as we suffer

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Morbid consumption swallowed Vomit regurgitation repulsed Splattered across the floor Rotting in sunlight Spawning wriggling larvae Swept into the drain Crippled gears mechanic Broken tubes machinery Shifting into idling Deadlocked circuit collapse Castigation Flagellation Transfixation Hell Praise the lord's most twisted joke We provide the pain he feeds on I stare into you milky eyes A window to the soul With curtains closed And nailed shut Crown of all creation Now defunct, sullen Crown of all creation Drowning in infirmity Life is luxury Sacred father merchant Charging the price For the poor What He grands He can take We are condemned To His joy We shall praise Our own hell Straw is pulled Fuck you, God !

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025