Steps

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Steps Life seems to be A monotone groove You dance with specific steps Into a pre-defined direction. Every point we reach Is a point of no return. Life is a one-way-road Into a pre-defined direction. Life is perpetual motion Some steps in little circles Some choose the spiral line New old game with higher stakes. We follow the gallery of preset Consuming pictures about the norm By stepping forward we regress Instead of living real progress.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Corridors Finally we have changed this place for good Living in one world yet in different worlds, Ain't got no fear of anything but fear itself Indifferent eyes learn to live indifferent lives. Where men degrade their wives and get away with rape, Morality is a cynic passion play, The old man stands alone in the hall of his asylum, Brave yet afraid we keep holding our ground. Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind. Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls, in the subway's neon light, in suburban towers of concrete and steel. Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides, out of sight drift things that we love Corridors - Impersonality walks endless corridors Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind. Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls, in the subway's neon light Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides. Corridors - Estrangement walks endless corridors

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The Vacuum Tube Processor Nice multicolored screen delivers multicolored vision. Black robe with praising hand changed from above -with mission Superficial heads Superficial eyes within That look but cannot see Dream a nebulous reality. We live the postmodern world with its trades of audio-comfort You can change the programme : A fast trip through various reality, exotic cake and spectral-color shape Just choose your enemy then focus and blast at him your energy. Artificial heads Artificial eyes within that look but cannot see dream a nebulous reality. You can change programme and throw away the key to reason.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

An Act Of Acquiescence Midnight -See them burning crosses upon the hill, And with the flames fades all persistence, resistance. Maybe a rational observer can explain What eyes were unable to see: I can remember a fortress in the sun With wall as strong as an ideal Yet I remember temptation calling, Setting the battlement ablaze -relentlessly Walking in silence a scepric spoke in rhymes: "Existence in resistance needs a lot of persistence, To swim against the streams, to walk against winds Of agitation and elude the pride that united and divides." What kind of euphoria made our hearts impervious? Sunrise - No cross is left, a witch-hunt neatly done. And with the daylight we are one in our vain pride. Can't deviate from the norm that makes us common and conform Faintly we recall a brighter yesterday. I can remember a for fortress left in flames With walls as trifling as an ideal I can remember acquiescence.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Anthem Chapter I Desolate winter, 1914 A child in trenches, a young life betrayed. In the stinging rain a martial drum call, Replacing the remote wail of hopeless knells. Still we hear their bitter laughter in the wind An ideal is fallen in the rain of wailing shells. What candles were held to speed them all? (W. Owen) Whose grimy hands closed these tired eyes? These weary eyes? Detached from the dreams of youth Brothers turn to strangers, The absence of reason realized in the fields Of Belgium and France The seeing dead and living blind, united they lie As if in love No one left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth [Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" be Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)]

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Anthem Chapter II Desolate winter, 1980. Children in limbo, heroin slaves. Pawns of a grotesque illusion, disillusion And a needle that lies. Addicted and betrayed they lie, No one left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth. [Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" be Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025