A Sceptic's Universe

Inner sense lost in a stream Another day faking control Alone, still living an introspective lie Cut adrift, in constant motion Roaming never ending oceans Bleeding poets cry, hands to the sky Their quest was one of futility I know man's lost in cosmic settings of coincidence Just spinning, twisting, circling on... Manipulate my mind, I don't mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Manipulate your mind, would you mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize I will deny, I still deny, I will deny all These truths were all yours I refused them as mine Manipulate my mind, I don't mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Man manipulates man's mind Should they mind the kind of lie to subdivide, petrify, dehumanize Spinning, twisting, circling on

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Lost in an orbit ride, climb onto your highest mountain, find the fountain Wandering through shadows, on and on Climb on higher find the fountain Fall into spirals of condemnation And sacrifice your past to the fountain Know not how to get away from yourself Riding through the path of totality surfing hypersonic jets Equation of time Tracking golden spirals, contained within primordial seeds Reincarnation of your self Fall into overdrive, climb onto your highest mountain, find the fountain Wandering through shadows, on and on in despair Your death shroud enters your mind, disguised as virginity Trapped in perverted rites Young child's subverted mind Sheds its atmosphere Modus in rebus est

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Shallow minds tighten the grip Killing the last of the poets He fell down to his knees And drowned in the cold concrete flow I long for what's untouched by man I will dismiss answers based on nothing-ground I forge dreams to uncoil I long for what's untouched by man I even seek answers where they may not be found I roam these virgin soils Atlas shrugged, I could feel Clouds fell from the mourning sky They're closing all too soon All too soon Leaders of crowds turned stale, unfit to move Pathetic freaks endorse dream deceivers Antique festered minds Reduced to mock desire Those who create should not corrupt their voice Hyped is the feeble imitator Seek and you will find Beauty to be denied Bleeding moving spirit Man bleed the moving spirit dry Bleed the moving spirit Man, they bleed the moving spirit... dry

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

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Bliss torn, transition incomplete As fall entombed their mother sphere Bent to the sky, artificial eye Crushed, nature moans, enlightened Drained was the heart of man Insects spawning, hybrids crawling In spinning cluster skies we're soaring I've seen tomorrow sun die into the darkness skies But as poisoned seeds and acid rot the earth We will fly into exile Oh, morituri te salutant Defier of the Night Fierce adulterers What's the destination of their selfish search? Forced into spiral alterations The coils of pain Hybrids crawling in spinning cluster skies we're soaring They've got reconcile Their cause is unpure The poor invest in stolen grace

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Conclude with error, idiosycratic deeds Synthetic habitat Comprehension. Consciousness. All senses are astray Infected selfish greed Unpleasant frame of mind, reflections of what's behind Wisdom breeds fragile minds Wake from his fantasy. Fear mendacious empathy Ecstatic biased sphere We are the plaintive race, constructors of predestined decay A paragon fails Force of fiction, faking formula of faith A chameleon with words Uncertain factors feed a mind so crystal clear When will this circle end? Mankind falls from what it breeds Cast reflections on it's ego's path Altered minds in altered settings, twisted mind Collapse into intensity, understand the face of man Everlasting hunt for truth, blinded by different views See through obstructive haze, and cleanse the human race! Mankind falls from what it breeds Conjuring collapse with this ego's path Altered minds in altered settings made by man Collapse into intensity. Aftermath of thinking man

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Words, all words worth nothing with you Mistaken meaning, a constantly spreading, dreaded dark disease Truth itself untrue to those who stop to think Fluently fluid, subjectively in sync Central ego, orbital estranged reality The remainder of a dream enter the dead Linguistic obstacles abort The thoughts behind distort all which was once clear like purest air Knotted tongues tied up by missing, mocking syllables Lacklustre soliloquies performed in solipsism's shrines of shallow sentiments Look at my words, nothing besides remains All the wisdom, all our colossal thoughts Boundless but blind the grand idea astray No universal thought-patterns will apply Intentions abused and lost along the way Always in motion Circling a notion (of fixed unchangeability) Truth itself untrue to those who stop to think Fluently fluid, subjectively in sync Central ego, orbital estranged reality The remainder of a dream enter the dead

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Crave for no more, nor the self that would Not even that which always is there Needy of naught, but to be constrained From any care and want of a selfish urge What is needed save strengthened will of man Fulfilment of all that is latent within What is to fear, what do they hate? How can they even bear to look at themselves Those who love to crawl? Near breaking point From the bows you've made Towards the constructed Deity's power Reverence due, not to unseen mights nor lack of clarity, but to the well-known, familiar ever present miracle of the I, Fountainhead of... progress How can anyone with serious integrity abandon all that's left for me and still be free to seek what's real? Where's the logic thought, the one thing that should be guide our way throughout this solitary state that we call life? Where's the I, Fountainhead of progress?

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Look to sunrise man tell me what you see The eagle has flown underground abandoned You abonded me Fifty two falling stars are burning up the sky Blazing torch falls to the ocean bottom where Black predictions lie Have you faith in scripture visions of kings Reaper of reality your destiny the sisters sing Vultures scavenge the subsconsious of your mind Their ally is time for you to fall and yield Your mind to the cynic They should be held so high and not looked Down upon They are the root of the country. The roots So firm and tranquil, when will the spirits be Welcomed, listen the music is heard again When there are lofty high roof tops carved Walls and yielding crops When the palace is wild for lusting. When The forest if wild for hunting. Existance Of anyone thing has never been but the Prelude to ruin Wars and temper tantrums are the make- Shifts of ignorance Regrets illuminate to late. Depth beyond sin Is fathomed Wandering through the devils field sowing His seed Guardian angel guide us through the night We compel His long constant fight. the moerea they call Your destiny the sisters all of three Clotho she spun the web to live the Thread so tentative. Lachesis she measured Out the years. Atropos cuts the thread With her shears Time Time Time an imaginary line mine not Yours nor yours mine They lead the blind back to mothers womb Tomb of the unborn child Coming events cast their shadows before Wintery wind the eye of the storm witness The past the future Holds more prelude to ruin

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026