Is God in the Questions? Is the Devil in the Answers?
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The crystalline portrait of water stained with crumbling petals, hooded masks sewn inward to the jaw, fountain coins oxidized green on the silted gravel of disillusioned wishes, rusted copper indentations, pyroclastic bleeding from the mountains of their cloistered hearts, Their crooked limbs point skyward in condolence for their dreams, orchestrating dessication of their oceans where luminous jellyfish grate their seedless tentacles against tidal sand grains. Oil curdles in the wind, compressed flames caressing the wick, Soldering the brazen coffins for our personalities lurching their ashes into the maroon sky, Where the sun is bloodshot, where the wind coughs black condensated streaks for clouds across the pale backdrop of our leaking cities lungs locked in concrete coupled with the network, our pupils expand to ferric grey, Welded in our systematic self slaughter. Capitulating the fruit of Eden. What is Satan? What of the serpent? What of the red rivers by which our shape is carved?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
As Black refracts nothing consuming it all bestowing no colours the sum of all information is drained in void devoured, depleted, striped of all content emptying my soul So I question still Having seing it all I retained nothing nor could I ever for knowledge is either deific or devilish and I am just a fading ghost I wander through the hole in me my whole is just a vessel exuding answers to no questions and guzzling questions to no avail How can I patch it? How can I know? What does this mean? Its beyond my capacity Uncertainty devours me as my soul tries to reach out I culvert the void to see if the answers are caught in the strainer but the void takes its toll and my mind goes blind, dazzled, blurred and the pain still grows in me the pain of uncertainty Where do I go now, if I'm part of the game as a whole? How will I look now, if the answers are either above or below me? And all I can see are the questions, questions, fucking questions! Why is this fear consuming me as I get closer to know? why is this darkness exhausting me juggling my soul , in cunning loathe? ...is God is in the questions?...is the Devil in the answers? ...does uncertainty preserve sanity?...will Knowledge metonym madness?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Enthroned serenity in the altar of me as I quietly embrace the downward spiral vertigo into my sanctum that sweet, docile vertigo which enthrales me transposing my soul into the oblivious realms of fully loaded nothingness In the altar of me serenity is enthroned texturized abeyance in suspended thoughts flood my dormant mind with uncharted colors and overflowing images of vacant havens that I once inhabited In the altar of me serenity is enthroned I am now whole while being nothing I am now one with the void I am void yet I am full of everything And in this quindity my quintessence is materialized slowly, in quietude revealed calmly flowing hushly streaming and I let myself go diving in the downward spiraling vertigo in the altar of me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I rise, a pederast in the throne of foes I divinize myself as a whore, a trademark of sin And I hate all that is not me I satanize myself as the power of Moses stick The punishment of the serpents Is the grin in my teeth. And fiendish hell is unleashed by my voice! I am the bloody red of the gaping sex in the lashes that wear the whiplash I am panthemonium, the three faces of gluttony I am the genius of Zarathrusta I am the wrath of Medusa I am the Sun damnation I will sing Sodoma In the voice of Nero I will bury Pompei Under the roar of my apocalypse And they all shall envy my curse for it is so sublime. They will envy it, I conjure and imprecate That they will see my glory and pray While I laugh histerically
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I am abandon, the ill-fated In the wrath of my Barbarian grandfathers I can hear the wind whispering my fate As a moan of the vanquished As the sound of the anger And hunger for the pillaging My voice is the sigh of the malediction In the eternal ancient tongue Of the pagan gods I roam like the spirit of Diogenes Detached, undone, unsurpassed but lightless as the distant stars spreading my seed of hate while seating in Herods throne I am like the universal flood Always growing, always rising my tide Until I flood the sun I am debris of all gone civilizations As the wings of a defunct phoenix I am the relics of the crucified martyrs And their blasphemous secret vices I embraced the mother of all evil And impaled her with my flesh spear To begot the languid pleasures And give them my signature Of skin, of bodily spasm I feed on the decimating frenzy Of the crushing invaders That harvested the blood Of genocide I am the dormant acrimony That burst at each breath of humanity And juggles random distress upon men
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The loose breathe Torn against the massive sky. at the abyss it craters An incessant deception drags you to the depths In unholy land. Lightning crawls for this God. This God of loneliness Riding the shoulders of Hell. Who sees me, perfidious In the shadow of the trapdoor? ricocheting light? Inexpiable in my punishment? I sing fatality So, would you follow me? I am miserable and disturbing. I loathe myself to bereft the landscapes. Vest them with devastated trees, Endow them in crestfallen men. A bestiary rushing up. Shaking all. I am Salqiu
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026