Vomit Remnants
EP • 2001
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The given world The programmed reality The planted ideal Like wrapped up in an oblaat Nothing but obey the animus Of artificial god Unaware of poison concealed Humans are in rapture Not knowing what to distrust Desire for the peace in emptiness, Now the floating mind Swerved off the track of time Unchained from the chain in the space Soon the voices inside fade away Hovering in the darkness is all Making the self with hypocrisy Once you peel off the skin Then a lump of endless desire The wise men without wisdom Respecting their ostentation Leaning on the meaningless confidence The insatiable fool, bathed in instinct That respect nothing and no remorse Poison grow poison running the eternal depletion At the end of ideal in blood You betray yourself and all you have In the farther miracles and dreams What you bloodshot eyes find out for?
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
The abominable pre-existence recollected Castrated tyrants and their existence even denied Crawling in the mud Supported by the ideal Led them to despair Life with the ideal Death with the ideal The logical non-sense Spiritual Corruption Escaping from the reality Somnambulist’s murmur All comes here The one-way carnage The feast on your self Don’t avert your eyes Rapture of pervert deep in the eyelids Don’t cover your ears Angel’s chattering, shameful melody of the dead Brand of blasphemy ebullient My dears ringing never stops I thought I knew’ It’s not my fault’ Calling my name from the past Hatred is sweet poison the god created For the graceful thought of narcissism Let’s bathe my hands in blood again
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
It was beneath the husk of idea Born in the mud with Amniotic fluid and blood The celestial unrealistic sight The Brutal goddess wiped This greedy miserable existence With her fingertips of insanity and deceit Leaning on the gaunt ribs Dismal faith with fang removed The morals crisis brings martyr in the night The enlarged and twisted self Yearning for their existence And sharing the depth in isolation Ambiguous existence On the numerous corpses The creature that devour happiness The machine to escape from death Neither of them Your words appear and disappear Just like the mirage of desert Anachronistic virtue wiped off The pride in the past Soulless bodies that saving One another and graceful spirits Tortured by disgrace and wasted Into the nightmare With exasperation to all that living
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Life of nothing Ignorance, silence, prejudice, ostentation Death of nothing Brain washing, threat, repression, hoax Numerous war dead, traces of ravages of battles All is Pandora’s box behind the history Recollection of pride and tragedy Turning into dust by wind Consciousness fading is soaked by the giant ego Put another hero to silence Logic of the weak descends from above Swing the blade named humanity Lost the sole shield of pride Weak brains disabled, it no longer resists The lie named world peace Self-punishing hypocrisy The words too crude to progress Attitudes too egoistic to desire I can’t stop trembling (in anger) Logic of atrocity that trample down the miracles Strange enthusiasm that loses the glory Before the merciless self-punishment The known bears talking Before the deceitful purification The churchman bears breathing Strict witness, silent eye witness The great foundation stone, Rest in Peace
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025
On the hands of innocent children Colorful poisonous worms Started to crawl Drowning in the taintlessness Narrowed their eyes dazzling Shepards temptation artfully began Holding a gold bell of deceit Spinning their words burning in red In prehistoric and mysterious Sign of evil Fanatics talkative assembly Began the pray of despise Perpetual truth unawaken seen Feather of atonement chopped Flew by the winds of ruin Story shadowed now roaming Sky blue painted in black Soil-gluttonous demon filling the stomach of spiders Embedded pleasure for everyday life Days of living with no distress And the peaceful life Now the intelligent-riddled Inobservance remained No credibility and No (fucking) formality fulfill the needs River of stagnant and the sky be falling Plotting and tricks Running from wounds of relations The complete corruption now be done
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
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