Death Panacea

Resentment There’s a certain relish In nurturing the fields of hate Watching them plagued By the light dearth A fragile balance Keeps the lurching structure above Severed heads Tote the top Over the Sun Layers and layers Of endless decay Here they were banished And here they werе buried Never to bе unearthed With the dark Came the awareness They were granted A glimpse of that majesty Empty vessels Adorned but fragile Our souls crave for more Arise No hope is delivered No light is shown With wasted weary eyes With grasping fallow hands How foolish was I To pursue persistence I claim No justice A consonance Of unholy prayers Ascending, rising As archers With arrows striking at the heart Of dying gods A life spent Trying to pierce through this numbing veil With impermanence Being the only constant And if there’s ever something more Than this façade Then we could safely say The interiors would be adorned With the most detailed canvas Of our prolonged and thwarted efforts

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026

We declared a war On the very foundations Upholding the ethos And found ourselves Digging in unsubstantial filth As we didn’t know In the first place That delusion was the only way through And every success Just a mere mitigation We are The suppurating upper crust Chief advocates For the unhinged Ravings of a blind iconoclast Now we all Circle the drain With heads back To avoid the dizziness But not the fated lingering stench Of futility And yet We overexert oursеlves As if our choice Ever mеant something We could have just spared our words For the grave At least the devil Would listen and take a laugh Among the preachers And the moguls Amidst the leaders And the blatant superbs You can sense the true horror And the great disdain for beggars Just a further symptom of self hatred This shall be your heirloom No pyre or burial mound No kingdom or grand cathedral But the ever still standing Pennant of shame

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026

A withering sun Growing dim in the distance Unearthly voices speak Drawing abject crowds Towards a mutual oblivion Gravitating towards An ominous fate Sycophantic observers Groveling in a self-imposed subjection Taking pride In persevering their misery The patterns were clear from the start And we ignored every hint Throwing ourselves Into another fool’s game Errant disciples Of the hollow Unworthy bearer Of the flaming cross of sentience The patterns were clear from the start And we dance Screaming silently in an endless parade As crippled hands twist In a convulsing shadow play It all vanishes in a glimpse Another light comes and goes Unattended, insignificant, invariant Nothing more Than feeble voices Bound to be forgotten And we still preach the fall So much faith Was misplaced And fists crushed into the concrete There’s nothing left to find here Your void won’t be filled Your void won’t be filled As the lights go out Speak those words clear (We never stood a chance) As the lights go out Speak those words clear (We’ve always lived in fear) The patterns were clear from the start And if you wish you can still pretend That perseverance Will lead to a good end And give yourself the illusion Of holding the bridle While nosediving in a burning hearse And sitting idle But there’s a subtle Still present solace That the top step of the podium It’s just a springboard To the abyss At the end of the tunnel We did find The infamous light Just to watch it dies Before us As another reminder of our fate We were just digging graves Calling for something That could ease the pain Some turned to faith Other fooled themselves With nihilistic optimism But the truth is that Nor ignorance nor awareness Will bring any relief

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026

Stars colliding Burning temples Pillars of creation Crumbling and tumbling Into dust Seven Dissonant bells Toll as the Earth death knell A final Eternal eclipse Fire rises A noxious garment Whelms the Earth Ember fields Scorched beyond sight Beyond woeful clouds It lingers Every fragment of light Every hope denied Few monuments still stand No more than vacuous shells Emptied of all meanings With great irony They have never been more Emblеmatic Of our condition In a final Paroxysm of reason We reachеd out For the outer darkness Atonement For our cursed kind Nothing but the epitome of Self deception As the bastard sons of the world We come clean in the deepest denial Awaken But never aware Forging bridges that lead to nowhere Blinded pilgrims With curved backs Flocking towards the schoria Of an old effigy Upon the altar Red eyes glow Pansophical Like floating in the deepest darkness And those who were granted sight Soon Beseeched The blindness

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026

And we are No solecism In the passing of millennia A drifting empire flotsam Among nameless ruins Flickering embers Against the winds of time As history unfolds Nothing is sacred And nothing is born Through the valley of Lethe And the mounts of Oblivion I passed a million Nameless gravestones When I saw the earth And the welkin turn ashen And the light of the world Abandon its vessel Seemingly Apathetic Standing at the edge Of the yawning chasm From ravenous thoughts Poorly concealеd behind Preposterous idеals The true gist of actions Is revealed Under the national mock identity It’s all empty The travesty is exposed Bu the cycle begins anew In the uproar of blood A new fake prophet Will come forth (Will come forth) As history unfolds Their deeds are frowned upon For nothing will be saved And nothing will be worth From seamless visions Of disintegration Ancient perils Return to haunt the mind A terror predating human words In these bloody waters We’ve been drowning For so long And the seabed Is nowhere To be found Old shackles Now coated in gold This throne of bones Will grow and grow New vessels To carry the curse From the womb To the grave And let the covetous fire Reclaim its place Perpetuating decay Like hierophants And heroes of Forsaken myths We are the epigones Of made up glories

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026

It is death In every detail In every deed In every word It is death In every place In the perpetuum Of cosmic decay Beyond the filter Of wishful eyes Within these empty dreams I find myself Always circling Aimlessly And I keep telling myself That time Will give relief But nothing can Dissolve these chains That I myself Have built Countless times we’ve been tеsted And even morе we’ve failed Where is the splendour Where is the pride And the golden halls For which we’ve died They built your grave Despised as a throne There was only dirt Where you saw gold Why do we keep fighting death In its own domain Always seeking purpose In going against the grain Like soldiers in disarray In a futile call to arms This is a cemetery Where no one comes to mourn And it feels So familiar Where is the splendour Where is the pride And the golden halls For which we’ve died Countless times we’ve been tested And even more we’ve failed They built your grave Despised as a throne There was only dirt Where you saw gold Was this the purpose Of enduring such pain Was this the reason behind Every single worthless day A misbegotten Search for meaning Always destined to fail Now silence Embrace my grave All this Will be left forlorn I know my place in this lonely Fields where I have torn And left my soul to bleed

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 06, 2026