Psychic Secretions

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Blessed with hand to serve them. Blessed with ears to hear their commands. Blessed with knees to repose in servility. Blessed with skin that bathes in glorious nobility. That which you do not refute. Becomes thy untimely master! He that does not rise upward. Conflagrates with the masses. Blessed with hands to serve them. Blessed with ears to hear their commands. Blessed with skin that bathes in glorious nobility. That which we did not refute. Became our timely master. We did not rise upward with wrath. Conflagration cedes the lashes. The cities are multipliers of vice. Rescind the sacred. Under the lash of the pysch. Lashed in bonds of psy-lence. Suppressed into obeisance. Willed by tongues of devils.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

To conquer the unconquered Sons of Sun. Extinguish the blinding blaze of Sol. Slit the snake. Slake the blood. Hew a cursing spit. For the ancient saurian. A cold star, stalks an old sun. Restore unblemished castes. Grant the rite to unveil. The Demons of Scale. Gods above, dead below. Betwixt Abyss dark and heaven's waters. The backdrop to the skies. A Cold Star to stalk an Old Sun. Scour the filaments. Lash the maze below the firmament. The stars are lost. The Sun is the eye. And it stares. Beacon above the clouds.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

This is my vessel. Ark spiriting the everlasting. Vassal on pilgrimage. Wrangler in dark matter webs. Disparate hypno-motive drive. Of prayer, of thought. Of limb and life. Which are fused. The calm abiding, sleep mentation. Rightful heirs to All destination. Directives are fallacious. God is woven into inner space. Human seed the vessel to reincarnation. Apex polaris. Crown centric. Unmoving eye. In the measured spin of the very starwheel. Lies the Unknown Hour. Denies all mortal contentment. Convergence on the vanishing point. Aetheric Sun that is the Afterlife.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

A multitude stamping the frail earth. To its chaotic submission. Vulcans heated, earthen spew of catastrophe. Initiated into action wherefore it's number. Struck out in a tongue. Maybe heard by the millipedal. It was hoofed and horned. Stampeding concert. Underscore to the Pypes of Pan. Splayed hooves hammering... Splayed hooves hammering... The Ephemeral Stone He cast on the Pool. Of Naught & Creation. The act of becoming, became. Waves clashed to conceive dimensions. In which Prime Thought. Manifest through Hooves. It was hoofed and horned. Stampeding concert. Underscore to the Pypes of Pan. Four hidden rhythms... Four hidden rhythms... Heart undulating through eternities. Through the chest of the existential. Existential.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Hurricane swirling pentagram. Ichor swims he is the lamb. Raped and lacerated child. Flies encircle anus. Defiled. Plucked ripe like temple meat. Lord and Master of the Seat. Depravity in unfathomed measure. True Baphomet entreats pederast. Pleasure. Tribal incursion conceal deceit. Leeches crowned, the ultimate feat. By beard and lock nomenclature. Garbed vile black instigators. I hear the tortured wails. Of burning child saints. In every Psalm he spoke. A lust in blood to sate. Behind word, tomb, serpent guilt. Vast tapestry o' lies were quilt. Entrant with vision, wrought with wile. Mithraic ancient race beguiled.

Sky scraping earthen teeth. Swallows up the world's edge. Swollen sod, ice encrusted mediates. Vessel of a thousand year brood. Sleeping alien blasphemy. Cursed among twisted trees. Nested in millennia of slough. In airless ice-mud & night circumvent. Primal purge. Primal final sleep. Total eclipse on the Age. Primal urge. Primal final sleep. Total eclipse in our eyes. Burns out. Rotten guilds send prayer to an ageless toad. Granting storms, growing old. He of the all knowing cold. Rotten guild sends prayers to an ageless toad. Granting storms, growing old. He of the all knowing cold.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Pilgrim against the flux. He strides forward. By his own volition. Amongst bodies disparate. By the sleight of hand. In speeds of light. Ye Lord, did the Mighty Shift cometh. Pilgrim against the flux. He strides forward. By his own volition. Amongst bodies disparate. By the sleight of hand. In speeds of light. Ye Lord, did the Mighty Shift cometh. And Tyme was Apocalyptic. Matter recovered to Thought. And all Thought countermand. Pilgrim against the flux! The Sun shrinks, language gibbers. Art fades into the master's hand. All sapient words are stolen back. To a void of Be Fore. Matter reverted to Thought. And all Thought countermand. Pilgrim against the flux. Where he walks on the fringe of Be Coming. Beyond and behind him. Inhabited by no thing. Only with the Dark preceding. It is fill'd.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025