Utopian Deception

Wretched stench of the curious. Lingering, yearning for freedom. I lived a thousand winters, subconsciously. A martyr. An ember in the wind. I need the young, I need the old, Established virtues, be gone. My flesh is weak, my wits are sharp. No mercy, no surrender Oblivious puppets shall sing and dance. My silver rattles their purses Man made religion becomes my slave It does my bidding with loyalty I need the young, I need the old, Established virtues, be gone. My flesh is weak, my wits are sharp. No mercy, no surrender Out of obscurity, Into the light The herds, silent with awe. Gifts of thoughts gushing from the skies Imprisoned, no more I'll flood the minds of masses with new beliefs Radical scapegoats for main course. Words from the shadows becoming flesh Rotting at the source. Прекрасное далеко, Не будь ко мне жестоко, Не будь ко мне жестоко, Жестоко не будь. От чистого истока, В прекрасное далеко, В прекрасное далеко, Я начинаю путь.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I watched the sun rise inside their minds Ideas simmer at the surface. A hollow skull to be desensitized, a vessel to be filled with virtue. Words become Flesh History Erased I have the right to be heard Shatter the past with collusion I gaze upon the silent herds I open public discussions Words become Flesh History Erased I sever long established roots, I prey on young and weak I offer poison inside new words. For those who seek. Deliver me from truth. Deliver me from reason. I am the master of euphemisms. Double standards prince. Bow to me now Mind shatters, defenseless. With every breath New words, new meaning. Tremble before my wrath Let me inside your mind. Drink from my chalice that simmers with Lies! I drop the anvil from my beaten back The leather belts of truth are torn I arm the mental mine of precedent With every passive mind I am reborn Words become Flesh Logic Erased I have the right to be heard Shatter the past with collusion I gaze upon the silent herds I open public discussions Words become Flesh Logic Erased Mind shatters, defenseless. With every breath New words, new meaning. Tremble before my, Wrath I bid you welcome to this future It festers, rots and it's it's all yours I'm armed with history and fiction Flood gates are opened to the force majeure.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Gushing blood, power in me. I gather forces, I groom them. I feed them my poison. Awaken my fiends, arise the wicked. Your time has come to scorch the minds. To breed disdain in masses. I throw the snippets of truth. These blinded masses, in the shadows. Oblivious, benign, It's sickening! No strength in numbers No moral ground We sever logic With blazing guns My talking vultures are out for blood of perished and unborn. The masses doomed with silence. The stage is mine, observe! Extremist rebels and loyal fiends Your battle looming, on big screens Demanding lynching, Demanding peace My loyal lapdogs, promote disease! I leave the masses to their bidding. Those maggots wriggle in silence. In vain, welded to their screens. They swallow whole of truth. Extremists wage their wars on psyche, on status quo. One percent is in control. Future is mine! The change will come, wrapped in emotions Credible lies weaken their minds. Obey! We're meant to stand in the spotlights. Destroy established norms. Obey!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I lift the veil of darkness, into the blinding lights The table's set, the wheel is in motion. I'll pick them ripe. I pull the reins of intrigue, open the doors to hearts. I gather endless talking heads, masters in their art. ​I speak before humanity. Cascading bile. Deliver these barbaric souls. Direct your gaze at me! I speak the truth where there was none. I reap the flesh amongst your sons. What's true to you is dead to me . I welcome thee into a golden age. Load the reels, Set the stage. Free your mind. My justice prevails! I speak the truth where there was none. I reap the flesh amongst your sons. What's true to you is dead to me . I welcome thee into golden age. Play the film! Loose the keys. Puppets dance, rebranding disease. No black or white, Only grey. My future; your decay. I claim the minds of masses. I mould a human face. In new age we trust. Blessed be my name. You have earned my grace. Exclude the norm from the ether, remove the thinking sheep. ​Destroyer of offspring, blasting from the screens. While the law sleeps.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Battle has ended, prisoners taken. I fought until victorious end. Armor and shield, now wool and silk. From sword to silver and pen. I call before me empty vessels. The public whores and thieves. Reptilian brain is played with virtue. Bones for the hounds that wait. Dance my puppets! Dance! The mind of parasite is weak. My power grants their wishes. In need of votes for their blank masks. The heads of rotting fish. Rot! Rot! Rot! My silver rattles their dire purses. My lips whisper new demands. Bury the past, embrace my future. Your fate is sealed by shaken hands. Dance my puppets! Dance! Inval My hidden forces awakened. Soldiers of numbers and lies They march on human cesspools. Solidified by ruling ties. In hands of skilled craftsmen. Public opinion is clay. We'll make new norms and customs. Rules for cattle to obey. Let there be darkness, let there stench. A road paved with bones. A new beginning for empty vessels. Without their norms and heritage, reborn! My whores in need of short term fame. Plowing through heritage with words. Logic and reason removed from ether. False prophets take the speaker's stand. In name of progress and futile fodder. Genocide waged by a stroke of a pen. On demographic barren wastelands, I raise a toast to this world. Dance my puppets! Dance! Нам всем голова, от жизни дана, И ложным уставом, на смерть обречена. A если вперед, Вас смрад позовёт. С пустой головой, Шагает сброд на свой убой.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

December clouds descend on me, thickened with past. I stand before the endless flows in awe of my creations. Whatever once was a breath of air, became a gushing wind. An image burned in my despair, now forever free. What's seen by elders and done by men. Upholding tribal life. Those ashes cast into the sea. Blood dripping from my knife. ​ I took their minds, I took their flesh. The unborn from their wombs. Mighty cities that touched the skies, slowly becoming tombs. Folge mir in die Zukunft... следуй за мной... suis-moi dans le futur... Follow me... Let the past Die! ​ Whatever you held sacred and dear, Became my willing slave. New generations forever blind. No light shines from a grave. Their path is laid before their feet. They chose me as their guide. No need to look to foolish past. Embrace the new found pride. Decades are specks of time. Two generations must follow. I hold before me, severed ties. New system for the hollow. ​ Come to my siren's call. Forget the sorrows of majority ​Embrace the foreign conjured norms. A path into utopia.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025