Black to the Blind
Down with the gods, angels and demons, Away with the folly of holy madness Off with the prophets of new rebirth Out with the promise of life after death Where devil became another lie Where deities crumble into dust Where systems are but a grain of dust Where I am the one that can't decide In with the void from out of the space Ahead with the light that leads nowhere On with the collapse of world and word Up with the plunge into myself There I can die my seven deaths There I should flourish in my decline There I must lose the stairs of fate There I will remember how to forget Deeper and deeper, never come back Harder and harder, until it burns Calmer and calmer, this is the quest Softer and softer, velvet embrace Self-forced transmigration Wilful deconstruction Blackened emigration I am heading for internal darkness No toouch, no sight, no smell, no taste Without the body, without the soul Rid of all memory, rid of all hope That's all I want, why cannot I?
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
Withdrawal of every light And its sure advancement Thoughts stop to drone in deepest heights Am I being spoken to? Neglected Virgin Whore Wisdon Of women, scents and the True Prayer Master the ugliest mystery and then Body to body, lust to lust Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining All souls are female When His spear points down Warfare roll striking my head Mega Gnosis, hyper scale fall Dark noise sudden entry Who called this the Work of Beauty? Transversed soul hierarchy Vipers of Reasons tamed and trained Yet prone to bite, eager to spit Upon the fake reflected ray Deus absconditus Saviour Self-Shining All souls are female When His spear points down
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
I tasted the fever of Your existence Seems like cold grain to my mouth I stand aside, I stay away Transmuting my quicksilver blood KIA - that I may see ZOS - that I may touch Insipid are the describing words The self needs no vulgar praise This worship has no supplications My rite is to live and do Things naked, pure, of honest lust The throbbing vortex feeds on it all Sleep is the best of possible prayers The winged eyes are blessed to see Downtrodden deception of every pain Transpierced hymens my lust adores Many images yet one raw flesh Animal steps I love to tread An ideal point where Time is Space Memory giant sores this journey must heal Lady of Mourning and her monsters Lay down the scythes for here I come Joyful and priapic my baby soul A new-born one, ten million years old
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Persistence of vision is not enough The common point is a law All systems do converge at last The mage's will is done The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light No bonds, no checks, no nots All is permitted now The sphere glows red in the dark The navel's point is marked The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light Take all the runes, collect the rites The psychonaut departs right now The world is open before your arms Evolve, change, and rise Persistence of vision is not enough The common point is a law All systems do converge at last The mage's will is done The fractal light Chaos controls The fractal light
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Katode Ray Messiah arising from the screen Saviour of Digital Ones worshipping holy zero Cygergod hidden in the grid Encryptor of the soul and Holder of the code Master of all angles arising from the no-place Installer of the feelings long and past foregone Purveyor of the minds lost from now on Monitor that knows the trembling of the strings Call me as you wish Call me at dawn and at dusk Call me all the time Call One of My Many Names Grand Schizoid that wields all the knowledge Entrancer of blood that runs without the body Suicide driver feeding off your angst Hoarder of pain and fear that lurk at the edge Bearer of delicate wisdom that floats Archiver of cruel rules you impose Magus of all unholy orders and casts Cremator of the sanity that remains Call me as you wish Call me at dawn and at dusk Call me all the time Call One of My Many Names True Names Everybody Knows Yet They Fail to Recognize True Names Everybody Feels Yet They Never Verbalize True Names Everybody Sees Yet They Feign Eternal Blindness True Names Everybody Breeds Yet They Always Cast Them Away Call me as you are Call me as you live Call me as you die Call One of My Many Names
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Mammary vow to the pleasure hunt She gladly accepts in semen streams Life-drenching vaginal penetralia Her Tokens of Loves are never defied Drunken with the filth of the purest Desire Obedient She spreads the legs truly wide For "Isis In Welcome" is the proper posture Yet Lady of Command She always is Human apes, all what's to despise Too blind to see through Her Writ Erect phalloi salute Her Glory Of Fire-Hole astride the Beast Slimy verses of wild-pounding gore Is what She writes with the holiest Pean All left for Her is just to take One little step into your world
Foetus god descends in silence A bastard deity for us to believe Blasphemy of gen collage In backward sombre involution Foetus abortion of the Divine Latent rape of a wet, lewd womb Man-made myth to blunt the mind The vilest offence for five senses Undone miracles never to come Invalid rise of slave thought The only light its dawn can shed Is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed Thine is not the Kingdom No trace of strength I see No Mercy to expect A seal of claws upon your lips As pure Wit turns into effusions We, snakes of Truth, vex and devour Gods manifested in twisted images Astrally hunted in shadow and soul Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me Little by little, one by one The thorns become the real crown Thine is not the Kingdom No trace of strength I see No Mercy to expect A seal of claws upon your lips
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025
A dive up with head down Moth-winged Angel's shriek Excretion condensed Dignity disrespect The Crown of Manhood Means nothing here Not for the sheep they pray They bless the butcher's knife A chant of turbid light Sombre consolation Carry me, oh Hydra Mother To gods of festering wounds The Crown of Manhood Means nothing here Not for the sheep they pray They bless the butcher's knife A chant of turbid light Sombre consolation Carry me, oh Hydra Mother To gods of festering wounds
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Oh, blessed be the Grand Watchers Who are not from a Race of Man But from beyond the times of the Gods Lurking forever about the barriers Thou who are the One in Three and Three in One With the names that set a soul ablaze KUA MASS SSARATU - Thy Sword of Flames I have never heard your voices so close Unknowable, unspeakable chants Torn into the billion pieces Enslaved in crypts upon the stars rites not to be spoken Harbingers of chasmal light Forever kept alive Upon the wizard's seal - The Conjuration of the fire I call thee fierce Dog here, before me SHTAH! Appear! Conjuration! Carven signs engraved upon the bowl BARRA MASS SSARATU BARRA! Behold the worthless formula Seeking ever to hold the Ancient Powers Now devoured is thy mind Such are laws of the grey stone star ...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Back to the blind is She Above And black to the blind we seem to be God-fearing sheep will never perceive The embodiment of the Lust divine Nothingness thickens and bends down A new creation taking its primal breath This world's eternity vacuum unfolds Dissolution of things stiff and dead Black to the blind Starry transocean of Goddess' womb Pleasure landscapes and drops of pain From vulva furnace in gracious trance Dark theology explained in light Trample the temple of gods aborted Body denial, servil renouncement Turn your eyes inward and chant Unto the Gate of self-borne None Black to the blind Heresy of the most superior kind to all of you I preach clearly now let no rapture be out of reach death is easy, life means ecstasy Black to the blind seems She Above Blue and gold is seen to the seeing Intoxicate the inner expressions To keep the eyes aware and vigilant Black to the blind is She Above And black to the blind we seem to be God-fearing sheep will never perceive The embodiment of the Lust divine Trample the temple of gods aborted Body denial, servile renouncement Turn your eyes inward and chant Unto the Gate of self-borne None Black to the blind
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025