The Unseen Beckoning
A whisper of wings Beat within the bush A trace of transparency Solicits behind the sycamore A trickle of the tips Beckon between the birch A wink of whiteness Calls atop the cedar Perched upon a dandelion Skeletal beauty to behold Soon whipped away A deadly intrigue arises Your end if you follow Or a chthonic beginning Do you wish to split dainty flesh? Gorge yourself on microinfinity? Do you dare enter the enclave? Satiate your lust on brittle bones? Massacred by the miniscule Your unworthy flesh decimated A fountain of mundane blood Shall feed their queer hunger Laid upon a pheasant feather bed Delicate majesty to admire Or perhaps it's not as it seems A fatal curiosity awakens This world is not your own A sinister invitation calls Balanced upon a pine cone Intricate glory to swoon Don't expect to ever return A misjudged yearning surfaces The seductive nature of otherness Don't hope that you can turn back now
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
That you would strip me Of this abominable fleshliness Nothing impure and blemished Shall you leave unscathed Merciful evisceration I welcome Rip the filth from my bones After the extermination Sear your name into my heart I betray you over bronze Not even a full bag A single piece is enough To reveal my mercenary heart I crawl back to vomit, a dog Bathing in excrement a pig A desperate beg for slaughter Kill the beast in me, I pray It lurks within my breast Prowling, poised to devour It churns my wretched loins Bubbling insidious poison It stews the innards in every man Drowning the dignity inherent Preserve, the flood shall pass The traitor beheaded by the king Slavery is the only choice To righteouness or to vice Can anyone call themselves free? Whilst a slave to the body's whims Surrender to The Ultimate And be liberated from choice Heed the familiar voice... Of a Father, a Friend, a Mother
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Damp fortress of amber Deceptive delicacy Footfall dares disturb Uncouth ignorance Of doom concealed nether Laid beneath the shrooms Cackle claws unclothe Fangs poised to sap Diaphanes grow fat Unimaginable hunger Unfathomable appetite Of the in-between world Exquisite in execution Innocent and engorged Feeding is their habitude No guilt from drained blood How can you not wonder The universe under each footfall The elusive traces of the fallen Now inhabiting the middle Do you hear their faint song When wondering in the woods If your ear was more attentive You'd surely heed their warning Lift to be pulled down Far, far too late now To take back the trespass Into their hidden biosphere Lump caught in the throat Cacophony in the stomach From the morbid realization They have been disturbed They are pleased by no words No man can placate them now Heavenly creatures gone afoul Death is smaller than you'd expect When the woodlands you neglect Tinniest seed you disrespect No time left to accept regret Resonating anguished howl The weary traveler was searching Furiously bent on spectral revenge After he noticed the changes In his most beloved spawn Yet he joins the scrolled list Of this folk's many prey Without remorse they slay Feeding, work of their day Before death a window Into a dark panorama Their ways are strange Unfamiliar to man's Gawking in the last moments At the banquet preparations Horror to be the glad meal Of manifold ethereal beings Bones left to uncaring forest Not a slab of meat left They surely ate their fill As many a mundane grow ill
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The tender intimacy With which the clouds were woven The warm regard Holding each blade of grass The fearful care Within each of your cells And the might Of the unparalleled cosmos Do not despise this creation Nor turn it into a vain idol But see in it the reflection Of the glorious and eternal Logos Well-fed seed springing in praise The crash of the waves a chorus Those who seem without a place Becoming members of a singing body Just as flowers unfold unto the sun So must the heart feed upon your light A unsnuffable flame even in the night Like ruffling feathers, souls take flight Those who would destroy this Shall also destroy themselves The privilege of stewardship Is a mountain of precious wealth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Corporate gluttony Drains honest lives The boundless savagery Of cancerous growth What profits a man To gain the world? And yet lose his soul By trampling the humble Alone in the darkness Abandoned in the abyss sucked into the void Confined in a pipe Swimming in oil Shattered bones Depleted energy Only one survivor The rest left behind To succumb to injuries Or dehydration's scourge They could have been saved But greed triumphed Margins over lives Is the worlds law Families torn asunder Hearts ripped in two A devastating legacy Of uncaring industry Bodies never recovered Never laid to rest But left to decay Beneath the ocean An unimaginable demise Shiver at the sheer horror How can such a morbid tale Be such a dreadful reality?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?... Who marked off its dimensions?... Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone— while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? “Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb, when I made the clouds its garment and wrapped it in thick darkness, when I fixed limits for it and set its doors and bars in place, when I said, ‘This far you may come and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt’? “Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place, that it might take the earth by the edges and shake the wicked out of it? The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features stand out like those of a garment. The wicked are denied their light, and their upraised arm is broken. Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea or walked in the recesses of the deep? Have the gates of death been shown to you? Have you seen the gates of the deepest darkness? Job 38:4-17
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Instrumental
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Creaking man engine Endless steps of decay Pocket the profits Demise, pave the way Groans to be ignored Regulations written in blood The tumbling floor The crush or the flood Hurtling wood, cascade of pine Crushing death, inverse divine Tones, dreaded splinters Mangled corpses, whimpers Fathers, brothers, sons Callously ripped, away The body count stays Disregarded wayward sway Hauled from the depths Rescue amidst the rubble Back into the abyss Unknown heroes plunge Godly and simple men Duty above comfort What stirs such sacrifice? But the spirit indwelling Solemn bells ring In a humble church Service of sorrow Souls ascension Broken prayers Lowly and beautiful They are certainly heard Rising like incense Oh Mother Mary Our lady of sorrows Intercede, Intercede For these poor souls Hasten through the fire The blessing of purgation Justice be done Fickle empires fall You can't take with you Your hoards of vain metal Breaking the sacred heart Of mercy poured out Wrath and love together Spilled into the world Who shall weep? And who shall rejoice? On that great terrible day When birth pangs cease Remember in the night Those who were torn Those who so loved He will not forget them Still across the earth Industries thrive Milling human life Disgracing the sacred Love for the least Is the only narrow path To the endless fountain Pouring from your side The first are cast down The mighty to the dregs The last are forever exalted The humble to the heights
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026