Anagogic Tyranny

Too long I have cowered I have become a slave To my own thoughts I must conquer myself I am the hand of plague I am the anger poured out I am the scion of resolve The insurrection I am the birth of violence I am the hungry gaze I am the soul's unrest I am my destruction Beaten down in my fury Taken what was once mine I am consumed and spent I have been subdued Plagued always with doubts Bruised and broken by chains Freedom's taste forgotten I am a prisoner Begging now before me Captors that once I feared Now their teeth are broken Their cruelties repaid Breaking out of confinement Bursting out of this tomb Desolate my jailers Now I arise to kill again I'm the insurrection I'm the insurrection and the death These chains no longer bind As shadows they melt away These walls that withheld the truth Shall fall into decay Silenced no more I must speak Condemn those that earn death I have pledged to destroy the cross Shake off the controlling grasp of it all Tyrants Too long I have cowered I have become a slave To my own thoughts Set free from control Trackless and unburdened Now I conquer myself

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I am not conditioned I still feel pain Of a thousand knives in my flesh Hanging from the meat covered walls Skin stretched tight caught in hooks Freezing beneath northern skies Burning at the touch of flame Tasting fetid sickening smoke Hear the beast that calls my name Prisoner and captive of a failing war I am condemned to die There's no escape from this scene of my demise Here nailed upon these walls Freezing beneath northern skies Hear the beast that calls my name The cold embrace of decaying hands Grasp my body once again Putrid breath from cadaverous mouth Bathe my wounds in its filth Stripped of my footings The foundation of my soul is upended Deluded by pain and By the concept of mankind's demise I draw forth the beast That resides deep within my heart I unleash the soulless haunted scathing Fury from within me Freezing beneath northern skies Burning at the touch of flame Tasting fetid sweet the scent of death Hanging caught by hooks in my flesh Smell the rotting odor of war Hear the beast that calls my name

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Treacherous villain condemned to die alone Hangs caught between the earth and sky Blazing hatred deep within his breast Spewing venom Yet the beast who must attend his death Rails not against the driven spikes The cost of life that one must die Sacrifice Drive steel through my hands Force it through my feet Cut me deep with knife edge The pain is my balm Taunt me make me stronger Mock me set my resolve Kill me slow with torment The pain is my balm Take not away this grief It enshrines resolve Withhold not your abuse It brings fortitude Cease not the endless mocking For I draw from its strength To draw forth the beast within To set free the beast within A mind torn in two Half shrinks and balks The other stands in spite Only through this death Can freedom truly reign And set this prisoner free To taste once again the blood of my enemies The beast that bears my name Comforts me in death Knowing it will rise To take control and Reanimate the soul Re-energize the man Renew all of him Become one with me and become all of me As I await the end This scene is emblazoned Upon my dying mind Imprinted upon the soul that will become the beast

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Habit rules the Hearts of all men Confirming force Past to future nothing as sure As a man's heart Bound in his ways Slavery Wandering the tracks Of blind custom Men are not free Enslaved Part of the herd Bleating its song Bound by the past All futures set Cast off the chains that confine Set free of custom that binds To be reborn one must pledge Murder of who one once was To be reborn We must murder ourselves

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Serene ecstasy The most beautiful is the most terrible Euphoric reverie Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror Grasped by the profound (long) Death cult Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime Each nail a blissful stupor Each thorn the deepest delight Each wound bleeds of pleasure Each insult evokes ecstasy An inversion of values The most treasured, the most revered Becomes the archetype of beauty And all others pale by compare The moribund tempts with sweet elixir And death becomes both pleasure and pain I am enraptured in gory allure I am become a lover of pain Oh let me taste again of the flesh of God Oh let me run my hands along crimson scars Oh let me see again the thorns buried deep Oh let me hear again the gasping shallow breath Come and taste the flesh from the dying God Come and feel the flowing crimson scars Come and see the embedded thorny crown Come and listen to breath that whispers sweet Oh let me taste again of the flesh of God Oh let me run my hands along crimson scars Oh let me see again the thorns buried deep Oh let me hear again the gasping shallow breath Serene ecstasy The most beautiful is the most terrible Euphoric reverie Isomorphic with brutality enraptured in horror Grasped by the profound (long) Death cult Where beauty is terror and terror is sublime An inversion of values The most treasured, the most revered Becomes the archetype of beauty And all others pale by compare The moribund tempts with sweet elixir And death becomes both pleasure and pain I am enraptured in gory allure I am become a lover of pain

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

This shard of glass reflects only poorly The terror that I have become Its razor edge elicits longing Beckons of release from pain The memories are a plague to me My regret destroys respite Ghostly figures accuse me of my sin And no release can there be Offering confidence Offering certainty Offering complete total sleep No choice remains Driven unto murder Consumed with a burning rage That makes me stronger It gives me purpose A captive bound to serve and die I am the beast that does its bidding I am the monster I abhor I sanctioned death, yet I'm the instrument Fulfilling the will of others Now in my cell I pray for death Not that my mind is awake Now in my pain a deep remorse For what I've done Bathe now my wounds my love Rest my head on your hate I taste your blood on your lips The crimson of my regret Now in my cell I pray for death Not that my mind is awake Now in my pain a deep remorse This shard of glass finds my flesh No more confidence No more certainty Only exhilarating freedom

On the left hand of the throne of disease I lick the wounds of the leper king The stench of his carcass reaches to the sky Ever dying yet never dead Ignorance is a putrefying fire Yet in these realms the old order dies Creatures create weapons of flesh Raised from the darkness and from the shadow play Dancing figures can hold no sway Gaining release from the murky depths We denizens of dark bask now in noonday Casting off this sickly coil Awakening to a new dawn Embracing intoxicating wisdom Finding treasures long forgotten Sweet Sophia be my guide Lead me from this shallow grave Let me come and taste the light And shake off all earthly care Once awakened there can be no return Dancing shadows lose appeal Casting off this sickly coil Awakening to a new dawn Sweet Sophia be my guide Lead me from this shallow grave Let me come and taste the light And shake off all earthly care Sweet Sophia be your guide Lead you from this shallow grave Let you come and taste the light And shake off all earthly cares

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

The altar stands before me now Familiar stones cry out my name Beckoning me to draw myself near Tempting me with the lust of my youth Thoughts resigned to the past Resurface now illicit only pain The fervor that once filled my heart That broke me and drove me insane Their faces now haunt my every thought Passion and manipulated youth A debt that can never be paid And I was the willful pawn These hands that grasped for the truth Were given dire wormwood instead This mind that sought only peace Became an engine of war I became the grinding death An instrument of deceit Filled with a passionate rage The mask I wore became me I am not what I once thought I was I am not who I once thought I was

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

No greater tyranny can there be Than slave over slave The acrid taste is bitter sweet To cast off shackles And gain liberty To love one's enemy is easy When the enemy is guised as a friend I refuse to submit once again To the whelming gaze No more tyranny No I stand outside Trackless and unburdened Now I declare The scales have fallen away Once awakened you cannot return The dancing shadows lose appeal When passionate stupor becomes broken The old ways can bring no peace As knowledge quickens The soul unto wisdom It raises the slave Out of the herd No greater love has any man but this That the machines of tyranny he will destroy Those made to beat the soul to serve Mechanisms that captive and blind in slavery The eyes that once I blinded Have been quickened with new sight Empty sockets perceive not Shadow play but noonday sun Too long did I cower I had become a slave Now set free from control Trackless and unburdened

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Turn not yearning eyes To gaze upon me Do not set your soul To follow me I am broken I am diseased My blood poured out Joins now the earth Now I know two sides of belief One constrains the other brings peace Now freed from the whelming gaze Trackless I wander yet I am free Free to feel Free to live Take the body down Place it in the grave Mark not this grave Remember it no more Cast not mournful glances Bless not its memory Its mystery must remain Unsolved and forgotten Take me down Remember not Turn not yearning eyes To gaze upon me Do not set your soul To follow me I am broken I am diseased My blood poured out Joins now the earth

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025