Interwoven
The Outer-Deamons, swarming all around, yet within us they're found Like blood and semen, the gifts of life and death, which mold and mend the flesh Imprisoned angels, wings drip with the inks of night, captive in their fables of light The three triangles, the pyramids of space and time, allow our stars to align Prophesied watchers, illustrating a new eons birth Draw down the moon to the earth The shadow stalkers, dominion of obsidian flame, with spell and sword we maim The smokeless fire, guide me through the chaos beyond, drink deep the night-wells of dawn Let us transpire, in the kingdom of twilight truths The tongue of tidings and muse Hokhmah, grant me, so I may never wish again Binah, enchant me, so I may never need again My soul is burning south from the plains of Abraham Ayin, grant me, so I may never wish again
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Darkness cloak us all Wild cosmic onyx gorge Where Orion once stood tall And sagittarian arrows soar Twilight engulf us all Supreme existence ignored United we shall fall Independence unexplored Lost, here in time Perpetually still We are indoctrinated blind In opposition to our will Fading is the light that never shines Aiding manipulation against our minds
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Out of the silent spring we fall Unprepared for the darkest winter of all Blindly marching to the rhythm of the beat Progression botching, watching history repeat Misinformation flooding through the controlled flow Like misguided fables from the sleeping woke For the fictions of science will always come to be What we will know as our prevailing reality Another mutation now looming in the air No shots need fired though bioterror-warfare And the threats of disease is what we come to defend Observing essential institutions cascading to their end And may they choke on their preferred words of conspiracy Those opened mouths eating out of the hands of tyranny We will never know what it truly means to be free For behind the house of cards awaits us our hanging tree Draconian simulation Clandestine operation Hunger and despair Poison in the air Miasmic injection Carnal infection And they attack those that they once sworn to protect Knowing in time our minds again would soon just forget The gravity of what is our existential threat For it is the dead who may no longer collect a debt
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Everything within me turns rapist Everything turns saint The spit and the blood And the longing for god Has lost all meaning now And I offered myself to the night In a spray of blossoms red and white And I took my seat among the depraved Like a choir boy, like a returning faith A race of demons A race of thieves Is asking for shelter Is waiting for me For we love to betray In bursts of grief and laughter For we servants must answer The call of blood today And I offered myself to the night In a spray of blossoms red and white And I took my seat among the depraved Like a choir boy, like a returning faith Does that make you sufficient unto yourself? Does that make you sufficient unto yourself? And I offered myself to the night In a spray of blossoms red and white And I took my seat among the depraved Like a choir boy, like a returning faith And I offered myself to the night In a spray of blossoms red and white And I took my seat among the depraved Like a choir boy, like a returning faith Does that make you sufficient unto yourself? Does that make you sufficient unto yourself?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026