World Of Reversed Decalogue
Reborn in negation I tread on the crosses Symbols of the past, inheritance of the nations I entrust the scepter to hierarchy power With disappearing limits of identity Molded by the system I rely upon submission Invaluableness of life, universality of evil I become a perfect extermination machinery With its hourglass full of innocent souls Constrained by hunger I escape into meanness Layers of ruthlessness, shield of egoism I reduce the human to physiognomy, With my rejected heart dried to dust Beguiled by hope I disown humanity Elements of heroism, spirit of resistance I impose the rules on accomplice victims With destiny tattooed on their forearms Addicted to terror I dry my tears Bastions of compassion, hosts of weaknesses I create a world of reversed Decalogue With its numbers across the black sky
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
Standing naked at the edge of former order The world known from unimportant memories I fall silent with the sense of boundless alienation Uncertainty undermines my further existence Spreading in my heart the unbearable longing For the laws of concentration camps The time of dehumanization and contempt was my time The time of formulating thoughts, steering the potential The time of barbed wires and crematory glow was our time The time of deeming values, receiving attitudes My outlook distorted in immaturity Moulded by inhuman times and acts Fights with the common consciousness of crime The world of mass genocide and murderous work The world of ruthless executioners and gas chambers The world of ubiquitous punishments and hunger terror With the apprehensive respect I considered as mine Being overwhelmed by the restored reality I look apathetically for my own fate In the lost world of reversed Decalogue
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
Beloved sisters, flowers of the forgotten dreams How trustfully you take to our insincere palms The sea of flawless bodies glitters with a thousand glances The ones we cannot return among all the silent sadness Beloved sisters, you strut shyly in the march of nakedness With the wind flowing on a beautiful hair cascade In the breaths’ warmth lurk the promises of pleasure The unspeakable ones to sleep in a flame Beloved sisters, still calm in unawareness You share with us the youthful sweetness of smile And you walk gracefully toward the heavy doors The ones that separate you from eternity Beloved sisters, sentimental thoughts run to you Onto the other side of human consciousness And with prayer they cover your small footprints The ones which invariably lead to the crematory
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
I still see an army of shadows at the lethal assemblies A recollection of people with dead gazes I see skin pulled on exhausted despair Unceasingly hanged between life and death I still see a heap of bodies at the dreadful square Dummies shrouded in a silent lack of reverence I see a smiles of uniformed hatred Collecting a toll for the implacable destiny …and I am still afraid of dreaming I still hear a scream of metallic deliverance Smashing up skulls by the wall of tears I hear a thousand sighs of unimportant numbers Whose prayers flow with blood among laughter I still hear steps of countless transports While they go into the flaming arms of the unknown I hear the last words of convicted temporality And a wind dancing with clouds of smoke …and I am still afraid of dreaming I still remember beloved faces contorted with pain And horrifying masks on triumphal sadism I remember cruel ruthlessness of stripped slavery In a dishonorable world of reversed Decalogue I still see, I still hear, I still remember Do you?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
Salty drops mark bodies with invisible scars Bodies of human shadows among their excrements Salty drops fill slowly their empty eye sockets Unintentionally raised onto the burning skies Salty drops irritate the senses of parasitic brothers Indifferent toward eternal wailing cacophony Salty drops sail in defiance of idleness Like the yearned rivers of crematory transports Ritual awaiting with obscene affluence Within the sphere of low numbers elite Ritual awaiting for the beneficial cattle cars Temples of hope useless to the swollen corpses Ritual awaiting with the feeling of nothingness Dislodges the anonymous death monstrosity Ritual awaiting that passes in silence Over the innocence contorted by the Cyclone B Morbid anxiety satiates with the infinity of hours Driving gears in the survival machine Morbid anxiety of the cursed docility victims With lips filled by ungodly prayers Morbid anxiety evoked by absurdity sights Is a testimony to the abyss of moral coma Morbid anxiety that sculpts in the subconscious Preposterousness of the dead chimneys monument
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
You struggle aguishly in captivity of fever With a silent plea of clenched jaws Mutilated body spit with suppurated bleeding From among sutures of murderous cuts At the flash of consciousness you sob voicelessly With bloody tears of deathly suffering Hateful pain pierces the swollen limbs Imprinted by untimely decease Ruthless butchers with academic titles Swear an oath of moral decadence Among silent prayers contaminated by fear You tear apart the sticky cocoon of nightmares Just to awake in the macabre of reality Lethal gangrene hungry for a helpless victim Bites into your wounds with infected fangs You shudder at the last stage of martyrdom Irreparably deafened by a wailing requiem Sinister stench of postoperative complications Strangles your senses on the hospital deathbed Esteemed executioners in surgical masks Cut the human material with contempt For the sake of ideological absurdity system You freeze in the clutches of inevitable death Which crushes emaciated life in a sadistic act Criminals of pseudo-medical experiments Quarter humanity with merciless scalpels In the macabre world of reversed Decalogue
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
In streams of anxiety I catch a breath of present time And open a hidden door in a floor with the imprinted hand Once again I begin a night descent toward my cellar worlds Where the past of million shadows plays with silent calmness I dive strenuously in an element of unwanted visions Painted with pangs of conscience, fed with sadness And helpless I stand among demons from the former life The one tragically led in a treadmill of inhuman cruelty Detested by the enemy, condemned by my co-brothers I carry my burden of loneliness through the striped crowd I pass dreams, hopes, I proceed among bitterness and tears Unceasingly closing eyes of those who desire the sunrise I silence my heart, forget the prayers, reject all thoughts As I live in the irreversibleness of stupor just to last I welcome trust, surprise, I say goodbye to faith and pride And I write down the tragedy of humankind turned to dust Being dead alive I await stepping out of the row A moment of last crossing the hellish threshold Eternal chimneys don’t forgive their foster sons And they consume the testimony of extermination system Devastated by the claims of abstract past I am awaking to reality created in shade Where from a victim of humanity burying times I become an executioner in eyes of injustice Weary of life I examine myself in a mirror of sorrow And my senile reflection is flowing with the last tear Ready for meeting faces faded long ago by time I join the rest of the damned from Sonderkommando Here comes the time to dream
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Convicted for blood we live humbly in a land of eternal night Where the chimney, camp’s black angel, has challenged the sun He has thrown a shade on the bodies hog-tied with a barbed wire Yet could not deprive our hearts of the light Lux in tenebris lucet Absorbed by the society of progressive dehumanization We fight for the inner preservation of pride We stand against the wind with a chain of hatred by our feet Yet your ubiquitous spirit makes us feel free Lux in tenebris lucet The skies thunder over the cursed pandemonium In which individuals defend the memory of their fathers Eternity remains silent over the bestial world In which compassion opposes absurdity The sea bursts into flames over the kingdom of darkness In which human desires to remain human A mirror freezes over the plant of extermination In which the saints’ wings grow without majesty Lux in tenebris lucet Put to an inhuman test we unite in faith And with a prayer we look into the eyes of destiny A cross weighs the weak bodies down, a bloody crown cries Yet we still proceed onto the Golgotha of the common Lux in tenebris lucet
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025