Theomorphic Defectiveness

From singularity to bipolarity Afraid of own lethal treasures And if being does cost too much Then death should be priceless It is even unable to cover up That theomorphic defectiveness Bastard pregnancy with a child of gnostic wrath Chronic malignancy, slow torture to unavoidable death Phenomenon of uniqueness once set on a throne Parades of sickness given In honour of canonized flegmatics (sic) Face your god of perverted aesthetics Fear your god of deviant pathetics Insidious and rutheless substance Drug-induced coma Massive entrance Who has stolen the light of your eyes Broken the sacred image of lies It is even unable to reproduce Your theomorphic defectiveness

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Среди силуэтов нелепых творений Чужих и далёких цивилизаций Солнце моё взошло и угасло Не спасло, не согрело, пеплом остыло Время текло ржавой водой Сквозь моё непослушное тело Тягучие воды резали кожу Бритвами сорванных календарных листов Чёрные тени корчились в танце Как обезумев, метались по кругу Мысли впивались зубами друг в друга Незримый песок в кровь царапал глаза Луны менялись сквозь грязные стёкла Рисуя на стенах карикатуры Что помнил давно наизусть В липком бреду бессонных ночей Слепые ладони послушно тянулись За сонмом цветных сновидений Стереть лица, заполнить пробелы Зияющих бессмысленных ртов Кто поведёт меня за край бесконечности Где распадаются в пыль пустые писания Где пышность речей без капли раскаяния Не отравит стерильность лукавой слезой человечности Или иными краски через порог видятся Порочными, манящими, недосягаемо яркими Лишь шагнуть навстречу под радужной аркой Только в яме глухой тьма угольно-черная

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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Dragging through a day That will never come true Learning dogms (sic) of the Universe And delirious psalms for lunatics To wander along the way In reeking waste knee-high Looking around the world That has no got any reasons to exist Why do I remember the names Meaning nothing to me? Everything remains the same Except accreasant (sic) drifts of dust Through the prism of muteness Moments move backwards in time Through the prism of muteness I become just a shadow of mine Through the prism of muteness I have seen the world perish All around me have vanished Dissolved in the mist of oblivion Once I have trampled my pride down without looking back Feeling sorry for those days burnt in my memory Taking forlorness (sic) as a gift and salvation To sew up my mouth Not to utter a scream Through my falling into The bleak roaring abyss

It feels so empty Dwelling among the bustling biomass Chaotic flickering Bacteriums (sic) through the microscope Indifferent electric light Brings no life to crippled souls Pathetic generation Under oppression of thinking machines Huge grey gathering In collapse of morality Concrete steel empire Fragile to deformity Dying out surrounded With borrowed needless things With betrayed ideals of constance (sic) Belching out sordid duality It feels so needed Like a needle for a craving vein Delight through filth Beyond the border of behaviour Reproduction without control To be lost among the similar ones Cloned to live instead Of them theirselves (sic)

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

March has come time to awaken Break the silence deeply sleeping And the stillnes lasting ages Once more to start freely moving And the pulse start beating strongly And the words set calmly flowing Blow the dust out of the pipe ends Rid the chains of rust they carry And the pulse set free and roaming And unleash the words from slumber One another then shall follow Join each other in the alloy To bring forth the march october In march start and onwards journey Boldly reach out for october With the tunes as flocks that follow And the words as their companion Shall the tunes then whisper softly And roar load like rising thunder With a leadscape on their shoulders Or mere sunrays as their clothing Shall the words not sing of sorrow Leave for others words of lament Proudly join the tunes sounding Gallant ways the pulse beating Take their place in the alloy Fortify the compsound forming And unite the substance growing And meld matter made for lasting To complete the march october

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 12, 2025