Wild Dog

Man in uniform is man evolved With past man intertwined in his mind If there is a center then there must be chaos Confusing the battle with the war Becomes the reason for preserving the self, the body, the center of the chaos If there is a center then there must be chaos A reason for taking up arms is needed Or a space for exercising the beast The only peace that exists is within the man Whose tension has been released Take prisoners, beat prisoners, drown prisoners Erase conflicting ideologues Monger, seek the comfort in conflict Eat flesh you wild dog! Country is skin but will lives within Concepts interchange within the herd There may be the most peaceful of times But militant man turns his attack inwards A reason for the night, a reason for the knife A reason for the blood that spills out of another life What is a hammer without a nail? What is a wound that never heals? Sympathy that rots to the spine of all who feel Of all who feel There may be the most peaceful of times But militant man turns his attack inwards If there is a center then there must be chaos

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Where the emptiness persists unto death The solitude of eternity Keep yourself sick to make yourself strong Walking decay called divinity Convalescence consists of defeat Pining for a holy seed Keep yourself sick to make yourself strong Metamorphosis of nothing Crooked is the path of eternity You can't control it so it controls you Everything breaks and is integrated anew Except you, you remain broken and in the way Crooked is the path of eternity You can't control it so it controls you Everything breaks and is integrated anew Except you, you remain broken and in the way Where the emptiness persists unto death The solitude of eternity Keep yourself sick to make yourself strong Walking decay called divinity Convalescence consists of defeat Pining for a holy seed Keep yourself sick to make yourself strong Metamorphosis of nothing I desire cold new beginnings I am the flesh of God wasting away When then angels come for my body I'll demand vultures in their place You are the archaic writing Of men too famished to write When the sickness took over their skeletons They confused it with death denied

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025