Decimation and Introspection

In the silence that saturated the darkness I stopped the merging of worlds Stripped of skin I let the stars dance in Grew stiff where I once lay furled I watched them obfuscate the radiant The first fire ever set in the heart of all men No reason unless fear is a reason The power in living beyond a lifespan And the silence is where I went to die To live alive I watched them denigrate the only guide The natural state where we could have arrived With malice beside ignorance Their will to survive strangled by pride And then strangled by time So the silence is where I went to die To live alive The edge of the forest gave way to a thickness Their structures and symbols turned into their sickness I weep, they weep, want it all over fast Their future becoming my past with a quickness These are the last words I will ever write In the silence where I want to die To live alive.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Swarms and all they destroy Their instinct, their power, their joy I ask them the questions, I pray to their Gods I observe them when they deploy They are the scourge, the decay of all being The fathers and mothers, all knowing, all seeing Where I pretend, I survive Self preservation makes one die inside Where I resent I stay alive As someone who does not care if he dies What self hate gave birth to these Gods! I chant their chants while I plot their demise But their swarms devour all alive Forever the swarms and their filthy tongues That mean the chants and take them to heart New flesh, old way to survive The swarms prey upon time So I am guilty Fucking filthy and guilty I am what a man will do to survive I might be stealthy But I'm fucking filthy I am why the Gods and their swarms will not die Because I chose not to fight Resentment and power personsified.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

No one was there to carry the coffin Not a soul was left to care An apple was picked and left to turn rotten Full bellies had led to despair If time were a vine we'd find it ends in the ripest of seasons We'd pick the mush and fall to our knees No one was there to turn them to ash Their souls had flames of their own There was weeping a plenty, and their teeth they did gnash The worst was still the unknown Instant entropy and collective collapse Full bellies could not even moan If time were an eye we'd see it no longer could see We'd burn out the other and fall to our knees The sky caught me removing the head The body fell to the earth Wounded angel to guide the wounded undead Head of God warm on the hearth Never questioned me, never believed No challenge or purpose bestowed unto me Many profits were sent, all were insane Each made to react or believe So I cut off his head and fed it to the fire Fill my immediate air with the smoke of rational desire

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

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