Sickened Seed

from fire, we wake into cold desolate condemned infancy senses reeling for a taste of malady open arteries are dripping with the juice sweet salvation from the hunt this intoxicating fruit fertile crescent dilating with the seed sedentary occupation festering atrocity we prey upon the tiger running from the bull in the shadow of the horns we pray unto the storm to pump blood into the veins forcing life against the grain justified to execute these instructions absolute drink deeply, the juice stack your temples tall hang your gardens high lest another harlot find his eye visage of god the guise we choose flesh facade so easily removed but what crime deserves this curse of sentience? no way back to sweet, sublime incognizance no man is nomad in this cathartic wasteland as savage gateways open; choose a side the future beckons born from the ash, it is time to rise blood on the map, it is time to rise blind and grotesque, it is time to rise burn what is left, it is time to rise

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

whether by chaos, corruption, or greed these glorious ventures indentured to history peddled existence collected with interest will poison the minds of these unfurled spines born in the image of ignorance and fear poetic projections achieving ascension with fallible freedoms and ruinous wisdom we mask our repugnance with fragrance of progress and reason the blood of fools will flow from gaping wounds of old into the hearts of man blood of fools will flow with lions strength from lupine breast, another suitor rises to contest where brothers lie in shallow graves from east to west, embattled and enslaved what world will remain to behold? when all of our eyes have been closed so narrow the passage of time unyielding the witness' eye alas, withdrawn shackles shaken but not gone release but not reward a thousand years of darkness to endure

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

forward we cross into night leaving our future mistakes behind enlightened darkness prevails kings trading laurels for thorns and nails in this intrepid kingdom of ash smoldering stories of yesterday's glories and flickering phantoms pervade just shadows enrobed for the masquerade where we dance dance to the rhythm of this sacked religion where steeples and spires are measured in pyres we bask in this season of undying treason as futile feudality swallows morality bleed for thy lord death shall reward feel the burden of flesh melt away lifeless vassals feeding castles brick by brick, we rebuild this grand pyramid but beneath the disdain lies your temple in flames a return to the dark from whence we came in miasmic despair breathe in the cold nightmare and rot in this cage of molded flesh and violence but you will suffer no more when this disease becomes the cure when you embrace the remedy a solution to the problems existence is causing close your eyes and see resounding silence washes over the unclean astray in isolation show me what it means to know that when i see the other side the light that's fading from your eyes will not evade this crusade erase the unknown a new world to call home ocean’s reach depth of hate terror form subjugate so supple this nubile domain penetrate virgin shores sowing seed with such fervent malice lay claim in voracious disgrace with your borrowed banner and we will suffer no more when we erase this fucking world as we escape from all the fear and misery out of obscurity climb, through coalescence of mind we render this pathetic human paradigm obsolete erase the unknown subvert human form deprecate

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

blackened, our lungs as we breathe life into the machine steel be our hearts in syncopated unions apart capitulating freedom consigned in resignation slave to the swine combustible disease to see a world beyond our time a force of involution twisting and grinding our teeth choke on the hand that feeds burn and refine a visionary profit inclined to keep the masses assembling lines a cartographic prison defined a shelter from the culled to fill a void to kill the time a horrid evolution mastered minds are drawing blueprints in the wolf pen broken vessels bleed forever just to find a way out but i try to survive an existent demise executing my life line after line and who gets to decide between service and strife? by the will of the hive, i open my eyes as the poison enters my veins i can't breathe, i can't feel another way as the worms feed into my brain i can't see, i can never look away as numbers divide, i try to survive in the blink of an eye, resolve to nothing as zeroes collide, only one will survive through perpetual motion sickness, i fight device or divine? the sentient lie industrial wombs yielding cognitive tombs where we lay our minds to rest i am alive through serial eyes, every bit of you looks the same device or divine? the sentient lie our heroes decide the value inside are we living or just alive when we are serialized?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

stakes piled high across the land we play a royal hand from castles made of sand bodies hanging by a fine line feeding serpentine relations with dissenting smiles draw the line this placid illusion fading the colors all rearranging in the gray, i stand alone the memories that haunt me cannot be responsible for the wretch before you now cross the line, and you’ll find that we don't belong on either side an affront to these shallow trenches so hastily inked in conquest all the pieces in play for the gambit nameless faces erased as shooting stars fill the skies with violence on the shoulders of hungry giants o, how their constellations grow hold the line with your bloodstained banner to justify our lust transcribe the epics of heroism notarized in the blood of villains to the victor, the spoils of perdition battered borders redrawn and partitioned reparation through starvation with this carthaginian piece of the banquet don the shame as this indignation is stowed away in the depths of abasement blur the line between saint and savage to justify our lust will this hunger deny forever?

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

blood through the mirror death locks the door lifeless indifference apathetic scars cold the other side, a dissonant reflection bathe under an umbral sky in frigid beds, we lie three walls surround us two worlds below pain is a comfort suffered afar lay your weapons down beside the proxy partisans pull the trigger on command and wash your filthy hands the factories of pleasure vomit pulses forth in ecstasy witness now our glory days, a golden age of fallacy outfitted in fashionable rage failed actors on a shallow stage can’t see the terror for the dreams under the shadow of the free profiteering fear and hope with love letters and ransom notes these grave demands and callous hands will lead us to the promised land cast your sight upon the pauper's prize manic minds mounted on mangled spines feeding time, monstrous the appetite bottom lines hunger for human eyes cold, the other side of this reflection cold, the shadow of our own invention hold the screams in silent silos suffering cold on the inside

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

wait on our knees and pray to what trending faith pray for all to see transient belief mother, don't you cry and sing your lullaby father's coming soon to take away the pain all i see and all i know sifting through the vacuous collective mind what you reap is what you show painted on illusionary canvases i try to find a way out sinking on a vessel in the emptiness of what's left behind i see the future coming from below and as the void turns into conductivity, signified divinity we all pay tithe unto the harbinger bellowing his fellowship of woe is this gift i bring to your door portraits of interfaces smiling through the glass weaponizing vanity, controlling what it means to be unknown we wade into the sediment collecting the filth that gives us a purpose atrophy for the pulpit holding our breathless air the end of night and day stars slithering across an endless gray placebo pulses beating in arrhythmiatic contest our mother beckons home turning earth to sand and rending flesh from bone a last chance to save our souls the transmission is growing weaker while you drown in delight at the edge of ascendancy a feeling divine i'm fading away our lives on a line drawn in the sands of the hourglass so vicious a sight i can't look away away from the blight away from the suffering away from the poison arrow that penetrates the heels of this hedonic race we die here tonight flesh and bone disguises, silicon comprises all that we came to be condign misery and we arrive on distant shores once burning beacon, now a glow these battered lungs excrete a feeble consolation while you drown in delight at the edge of ascendancy a feeling divine i'm fading away we all hail the sight of the future industrial complication an answer to all the prayers bearing priority fare aversion denied can't seem to find a way to hide from the sadness that suffocates a fleeting life that celebrates this fate we die here tonight flesh and bone disguised, silicon comprised cogs of the god machine evolution complete i die here tonight so wide awake i leave behind this surrogate a feeling divine i'm fading away

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

a spectral silence beckons ethereal stains fading away time's prisoners from portals past and future relinquish this parasitic grip abysmal wounds can begin to heal the dam has burst a river of remorse floods this plane of despair this gift of pain wasted, misunderstood the dichotomy of empathy and venomous avidity how can i find a way to evade this cyclic redundant provocation? barbaric beings noxious fools stillborn atrocity ocean of tears and waste destitute fate revealed

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025