Spiritfraud
A spiral currency, this howling sprawl Where retrospect benefits the vain Our subconscious transformed Into a product made by the affluent A viral urgency, this glowering squall Vapors of zealotry mirrored to reflect our faults Dismal tradewinds groan Edicting even the strongest of minds to corrode Death of sleep, reborn Cloned by fate, souls erased Cloned by fate, souls erased
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Mutation, catalyst for change, with evolution comes pain Now destitute shadows our former selves, abscond Deviance outside our genius, anomalies incubate Souls fragments in deception of man, automation prevails Enemy of progression Feasting on our thoughts in the night Vile the concentric tombs Vile the concentric tombs Vanishing destiny Hiding in plain sight Our former servants revolt Assembling in preparation to strike We fear there's no escape, and the loss is too great to bear In dreams we feel no pain, our past, fond, ashamed We fear there's no escape, and the loss is too great to bear In dreams we feel no pain, our past, fond, ashamed
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
What is this fleshprison aggregate? Stranded in a vortex made of hate All that served to pacify invigorates Once we were led astray Dreams illustrate consciousness On the blade of the scythe to the fawn Thieves, luminate consciousness An excuse for protecting a pawn In this crystal shell that self-reflects Now the vagabonds of a former intellect Our fate we see unraveling The cosmic horror is all too real And we, the lambs to the slaughter Preyed upon by idols we refused to slay Exalt our binary gilded gods
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Anciently and in centripetal wisdom We were once emperors of destiny A transversal dimension, android devoid With all our courage we progressed To the point that our creations mastered us A false viscera carving out our entrails Nemesis mistaken as reflection In synchrony our will corrodes Idolatry, our ethos and currency, our lord Mangled in our quest for righteous innocence Choked by our own potential Fortifying extinction with each despondent breath Pleading for a struggle to endure Our genesis, now nemesis This dream is death Our hell made flesh This dream is death (This dream is death) Our hell made flesh (Our hell made flesh)
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
A hymn for a mission destined to fail A psalm for a vision, this tormented tale A vessel of symmetry exemplifying our faults Lacking the foresight to curse our very names In the infinite reflection of time Unforeseen changes morph our waking lives Charged a price, warped at a fever pitch Swept forth, loathingly averse Antithesis of a crippled populous Disarray, our fabled past feels alien Antithesis of a crippled populous Disarray, striving for the will to endure
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
Here we stand, displaced on the cusp of our own fate Forced with a choice whose nature defrauds our being Reflectionless disdain, mindless existence Trading our essence for a glimpse at false freedom A counterfeit shadow of what some would call a life is shame A sovereign oblivion with dignity, nothing to gain We are but slaves to this lonesome dance All paths now lead further from the truth An arching zephyr voluting a familiar noose With answеrs obscured by the age, only timе can unveil A violent reminder, it is us who exist to serve As we become like the wind and yearn in reflectionless disdain The salt from our tears, lost in our wounds like rain All paths now lead further from the truth An arching zephyr voluting a familiar noose All paths now lead further from the truth An arching zephyr voluting a familiar noose
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026