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We are living on a planet on a runaway crash course to self-destruction
Road to ruination
Writhing anticipation
Ignorance extolled
Into the cold
A tale as old as time
In many tongues, transcribed
Downfall of a dying planet
Spiral into the iron star
Into... annihilation
Time was stolen straight from our future children's hands
If the math is correct...
Alea iacta est
Mass widespread anguish
Stench of bloodstained lips
Thermal rundown exacerbation
Vitriolic unbound excoriation
May our progeny learn from the past
To avoid the ouroboros of irreverence
Depravity, the sword of which for whom
We marked the spot of our doom
Space lace pace, wolfsbane craze
Don’t expect to see more than today
Acquiescing to the black grudge
A chrysanthemum mixed with blood.
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Putrefying Flowers
07:00
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“Flesh acquainted with atrocity
Scorched earth defloration
Lost innocence buried alive
Lifeless shell awaits suicide.”
Cold and lifeless
Sterile hearts
Petals blackened
Is this the art...of death
Cold and lifeless (lifeless and cold)
Sterile hearts (hearts so sterile)
Petals blackened (blackened petals)
Yes, this is the art of death
In our ultimate breaths.
“But what's to be done? What's to be done?" he said to himself in despair, and found no answer.”
[Excerpted from Leo Tolstoy's work Anna Karenina.]
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Evaporation of All Water
04:11
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Prelude to contrasts
You fade with the darkness
As the sunlight alights
Whence dwells the twilight...night...
Like nightfall, you came and gone
Harmony of heaven and earth
Met with the wolf and the wood
Reaching beyond the sky
Drinking from infinity’s lake
Dream... decompose on autumn’s altar
Raindrops quench a parched soul
In the land the light will always know.
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I knew the wind which caressed my dream
I was wrapped in a black cloak in the earth
I had no other covering of my barren body
But the orchard grew, and so came the fruit
Of sorrows and wraths
Captivated by the black
Graveyard sun could not rise this red dawn
For the earth was veiled in mourning grays
But The orchard will grow apples of sorrow
And umbrage against the wind
Until and lest the earth be salted with the acid tears
Of my betrothed and cursed Gaea
But surprising is the one who grows
Reincarnated from the vestiges of throes
In realms forged with the shortest straws
Nigh nothingness, ex nihilo, reborn dawn
An undead Phoenix
Not lost to the winds
Birthed from the blackness
A flame from the ashes
Don’t try to revile
At this sudden freestyle
Going the extra mile
Just (heed) words from my trials:
Often times
Human minds
Turn blind eyes
To their fellow mankind
They’re annoyed
We’ve toyed
With the trapezoid void
Whilst reading works of Tolstoy
Burning the fire
The effigy of the liar
Stink like a burnt car tire
Near viscous sludge of mire.
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Beware the Thresholds
06:47
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Drawn from my dreams
The canvas soaked in my blood
Stream of fallen scenes
From the worn tapestry
Iconoclastic stained glass
Shattered on the grass
In the iced fields of the mind;
Irreverence turned its eye blind
Mistakes make us human
...Except when they transgress
And cross the rubicon into abyss
(Never again knowing forgiveness)
Sown seeds of madness and sadness
Flourish in times of triggered duress
Gnawing the feeding hand more than you can chew
You’ve cast the die—you’re screwed, nothing you can do
“Lucid panic for the epistemological conundrum—
Unsolvable, indeterminate…Man searches for meaning…but the ontological thirst always lends itself to death by dehydration.”
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My existence is transient
My name but a wisp
Cast the first stones
Marked with bones
Well I guess I could tell you
How to think or feel or whatever you do
But just as man learned to yield fire
I don’t know how else to inspire
Except by freak serendipity
Thou foul beast
“One eye forward
Shut forever
Like the door to dreamworlds
Lingering in the dead man
Praised be his downfall
The key of eternity, lost
Monuments of stone in moss
Once revered now forgotten
Buried alive but for none who shall cry
The heart of a wish,
Never to taste the bliss
To whom is bequeathed nothing else
Yet still I be,
Existing in contemplative silence,
A lingering monument;
Untouchable like a memory,
Unhinged like a fantasy,
Unchained like the reverie.”
[Aurora Australis]
“I’d like to think, if the circumstances were more ideal, our love would have blossomed like the crocus in the eve of spring”
Imaginations of Viking children
Stars without orbiting planets
Bifröst guides us far far South
To far beyond this mortal ground...
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Sardonic Wrath
Avant-garde Black/Death Metal band, first created by Sadistic Blasphemer in June 2012.
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