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As we were we will all be again For the more we resist to return The further we fall towards the process of becoming Is this the right way to the abyss? Can't you see we are products of our own annihilation Creation rendered incomplete Vulgar in our incantations Oblivion detonate Was Adam the serpent born before the sixth day? Or a worm int he current of all things decayed Were we ever Abel to walk without a Cain Upright yet primordial we slither even to this day Six Six Six Is this the right way to the abyss? Was Adam the serpent born before the sixth day? Or a worm in the current of all things decayed As we were we will be again For the more we resist to return The further we fall towards the process of becoming Can't you see we are products of our own annihilation Vulgar in our incantations Is this the right way to the abyss?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Death the dweller existence He is not The exit is within To exist without Envexomous Hex! How does one escape reality? Without first escaping the self Still you fall One from all When will you admit the abyss does exist Envexomous hex Envexomous hex Envexomous hex Lathe a shiv from the broken rib Stabbing twice in actions thrice Before the night swallows the sixth day And all flesh becomes decay pierced within the tip of wrath The point below the crown and above the kingdom Piercing through a heart whose spirit is excommunicated There is a splendour in an exorcism Performed upon the shoulders of a headless possession It's like an appearance without a law A womb that has never bore and still you fall Still you fall One from all When will you admit the abyss does exist Envexomous hex Envexomous hex Envexomous hex And now an applause for this execution A ritual to experience the destruction of the self Where mercy and judgement are like a crucifixion Without a cause of death
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Woe unto Wither in night Shape vice overneath Whispering veils Worms inhume the corpse of eternal demise Ignis fatuus Circumvallate Igneous womb To rot atop a funeral that was a grave Surrounded by one's self The few invultuate the mortar of anguish int he torrid lash of orbiting scorn To mourn the disposal of all forms Interim oblivion where ash comes before the fire in horrors None shall escape Hark the shame of past mistakes in the vesture of bitter Imbue a disposition for all to view As faith draws from the aura of deaths clad frame Fate will be devoured before the hour Where penance is made choking on hymns That know the truth That death is born unto the womb And he who yet has come to live will suffer for all of those who did
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
From chasms spent and chaos cast Exhume the past The futures death Where the present tense is absent in a sense For whatever is Is whatever Was none of which can be undone To know the origin of our downfall Reveal a portrait Not quite a Nazarene Headless caskets levitate above empty graves of vertebrate Lo! Heirs to the Sеrpent If the beast is a man thеn man is the devil Lo! Heirs to the Serpent Human all too human Is this wisdom or regret? To crucify the dragon upon a staff of fire and brass Wherein penance is a shallow act of torment? Brought up from the wilderness as savior for the blind "That whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life" Lo! Heirs to the Serpent If the beast is a man then man is the devil Man conceives without permission a meaning of this reality whose tongue speak of parabled hiss Noosed in a tome of rhetorical grimness
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
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Existence isn't literal It's more like a ritual A sworn oath to plunge into the abyss Decay serenades this fate we wove together A shape without a face Where death is present Transcend the living Do not care For six is the serpent A heart whose shape is hex The star of your god Which ye made to yourselves Natzarim Damnata Were you ever really here? Abrahadabra There is no god but man Where one and self are the center of the universe Devouring serpent What's your cause in form? Assiah's messiah Unorthodoxagon Woe to the gold makers! You always stop at six when you know the sum is greater A mystery you defile It's a point you do not understand Your ego distracts you from the answer A myth you've lost yourself in Behold the star of your god Whose images you made to worship! Six is the servant A heart whose shape is hex The star of your god Which ye made to yourselves Existence isn't literal It's more like a ritual A sworn oath to plunge into the abyss Decay serenades this fate we wove together Where death is present tense And the living do not care
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Vulgar dwellers of corpsing plague and veiled eclipse Dream awake in the bane of lifelessness Are we demons of our own creations? Or are we a Christ in the fires of our own damnation? Whose death serves the night Repulsed by the light What's the meaning of existence if death is all we adore? The body was meant for the living so dispose of it! Arе we demons of our own creations? Or arе we a Christ in the fires of our own damnation? Whose death serves the night Repulsed by the light On the sixth day of creation it is said that man was born a slave in service of the light Not quite a beast yet never were we human Is this a revelation or a resurrection of who we were before Where death is described as a means to an end of all that breathes and of all that lives Wherein all who serve are all those who fall and a darkness is cast upon the shells of our former selves Where the debt of our existence burns as a curse in the garden of Gethsemane Where the spirit is willing but weak is the flesh Ask yourselves are we demons of our own creations? Or are we Christs of our own damnation? Whose death serves the night Repulsed by the light
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Annihilation A sigil cast in many forms Nestled within another fate that could not be sold This is a death Because of death the spirit has lost its soul None None so hideous None None so hideous Aren't we all crowned in the fever of our own Belial As the eucharist of our own repudiation Each death is a first and every life will be our last An ego replenished by vanity which is, has been, and will always come to be And then there is the will that contemplates itself into a certain status Nudged unto circumstance These interventions of Sol are a plexus of hollow worth Alas an author whose story reads the same way as he bleeds You cannot be defined before you find a meaning in this confrontation It's a matter of opinion This imitation of ascension The shell you call yourself Whose afterwards is an ego who has lost all control And we must stand before all things as a Christ in the rapture of his own catastrophes The gateway to destruction is in the rite to decompose Is this why we worship the deceased? Is this why?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
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From the womb of Gehenna to the valleys of Sheol All are welcome to come suffer for a day in the wilderness of snakes Where the kingdom of the living embodies the flesh of the dead If you're searching for the emptiness you have come to the right place Where are we headed? Are there seats for two or maybe even more The mysteries of oblivion were the only things we could ever hope for So come worship with us Let's shape tomorrow in the nothingness of today If you look for the truth you will decay Ruin (ruin) Humanity has become errant in its own being Nothing more than a witch gathering twigs for its own inferno Served a course of self made tribulations As a Judas who always sells themselves as "I am" To burn in the fire of one's own betraying disciple As an imitation of "You shall" for the spirit is only a loan offered in service to who you are To realize the self is a drama in itself a zealot int eh midst of a self made apocalypse A suicide before an attempt was ever finalized A realization that not one body matters To sacrifice the man that clothes thee It's the cipher of the thirteenth known as six Where mortal birth is a sacrifice of one's own individuality A fate we all must submit
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026