Delusions of Reticulated Infinity
Nomadically for vengeance hunting In the levee of mine harvest Thy conjuring of agony in the pretense Of a struggle which thou embedded Thy conjuring within divine nightmares Reconstructs perception to thy torture Thy festering in the depths of psyche Petrifying my wake Thy torment prompting thy glaring gaze This epilogue We embark on the path - I and my rogue subconscious In the midst of fog In the bayou dark Ever stronger is growing My once-staled recollection Of your false and luring voice And its true Moloch beneath Fervently ignoring the symbolism Pointing towards mine fatal flaw But the final moment drawing near Day of mine cambion-judgement Drawing forth with the fateful images Led me to you by revelations’ path You before me One final look before judgement “Unsheathing the sword” so to speak And I crush you to fucking carrion
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
You cultivate it - Cultivating revulsion of the self Is your nature In the self-awareness somehow stacked Is your memory I shall be made in no image like this Incest’s forefathers Foundation of a species Still cannot remember Its existential sin Out from the guide of episodes, I refuse this Man-tarnished dream of material earth Continuing this path of cognition Into nothingness of my “soul” See the perturbed mind dissolute There is no other path than this For the psyche of those not satiated With the lies of flesh and blood Now see through the fog to the Bloody entrails of this hastily-made fabrication Of civilization No return, I am never to return To the realm of the incestuous slaves Shell of my penitentiary mind now a husk No return
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Unresolved and now reaching its limit Is my aging cognitive architecture Through its haze and fog remains The self-feeding complexity I bit the hand that feeds The hand of the Entropy-Matriarch And I have faced all of her tribulations Nothing else to fear, none left to loathe I am left to reminisce upon The only God I’ve ever seen The face of a God unloving Yet radiates its false angelicism The mind I retain is still Often bent upon its lens What could have happened In our evolutions, that contemplating Upon infinite complexity was the goal I am now embalmed figuratively in My own cognitive infrastructure Which strains to behold its own nature Conceptual frameworks thus malevolent Refining the self proven futile - After my God died he was replaced The new gods are nonetheless merciless Echoes of my long-deserved punishment Smash like the tempests in cognition But still remain drowned by your memory Rebuked in vain Rising from my ruins and invoking again Ancient hatred for you, not indeliberate Refusing the name of your punishment Rebuked in vain I have bitten the hand that fed The one of the Matriarch A prophecy now to be forgotten Misinterpretations of the faith
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Within the flawed nerviosa The retinas give illusions of a wall Which prevents our collapse Illusions so anticonvulsant Preventing the destruction In limbo between conceptual no-self and no-surrounding Lies the haze which dims an anthropocentric thought Realization upon the material cosmos Works of our wise and deceitful demiurge He who has woven us into his entanglement He who has left us pondering our purpose
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Arisen from the earth, from natural elements A race as a whole - the product Of the invisible battle ending in his victory Over the impotent King of the Most High A spark of materialism and the war begins Forces of chaos and dispersion - The army of entropy against the falsified hordes But look upon indecisive humanity Convinced of a message in the faux Yet misconceiving it again, and so Spending eternity praising a Demiurge idol Of their own creation Never able to fully metacognate Truths which will not reach all of us Truth of our hedonistic origin Truth of our indifferent cosmos Yet here I am, and here I know Far beyond these subhuman cunts That our race is the invention of entropy And such is our sentience too Products of unstable materialism In the quiet vacuum-hole So oath solemnly to your mortal duty Of the destruction of the worldly I will use my life to bring indefinitely Chaos and death and purify this realm I will use my death to disperse as my trace Left upon this purgatorial realm
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Egregore brought on By the inherently flawed mankind His ways are cunning, The serpentine deceiver of the weak He who revealed himself in the Garden He who is equinox - end of the Piscine Age He deceiveth me not - I admire His immaterial army and followers And Lord of the Most High looks upon in horror As He prepares finally the siege on the Kingdom of Heaven
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026