Apoptosis

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Prophase The nucleolus disappears, Mitotic spindle forms Sisters joined by duplicated centromere Metaphase Stretching centrioles Pushing to the center Grasping for pairs of chromosomes Anaphase Digging in their claws Spindle fibers pull Genetic materials apart Telophase Separation of cells Cytoplasm splits Before the process begins again Prophase Crossing over meets an end Homologous pairs exist in absence Metaphase Single columns form Cell separation exiling the once coupled Anaphase Reach to the center once again Separation on a smaller scale Dividing chromatids Telophase Another nucleus forms Splitting into four Before new cells are born Interphase Cellular growth, fulfilling function Interphase Replication of genetic information This life defined By change and development Deep inside Division and duplication of cells A constant occurrence in this shell Necessary for reproduction Variety created, fulfilling function Necessary for reproduction Variety created, Totality completed [Solo 1: Greg Burgess] [Solo 2: Michael Stancel] [Solo 3: Brandon Michael] [Solo 4: Greg Burgess and Michael Stancel]

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Disinformation scares us Impropriety thickens and clouds the air Arrogance presents itself Unbidden and creating despair Dogmatic achievements tearing Myths and monuments apart at the seams Under the veil of wonder and terror Forcing the masses to make believe No room for speculation Those left behind beg for salvation failure to grow failure to swallow the truth of it all to force the foyer open and enter an age of gold intrepid and measured steps that prove to go in no direction at all still water before the tempest hubris before the fall Information era methods developed to cross compare evidence presents itself once hidden origins laying bare Systemic beliefs that bound us disintegrate after thousands of years Free from the reins of wonder and terror What once was concrete now vanishes into the air No room for speculation those left behind beg for salvation patience to grow patience to swallow the truth of it all to force the foyer open and enter an age of gold intrepid and measured steps that prove to go in all directions at once still water absorbs the tempest progress forgets the fall To come so far in so little time Is what once may have been called Despicable To come so far in so little time In which now is called A miracle Where do we go? Now that we've swallowed the truth of it all and moved forward We've forced the foyer open and entered an age of gold intrepid and measured steps Have taken us in all directions at once still water absorbed the tempest Perseverance will conquer all [Solo 1:Greg Burgess] [Solo 2: Michael Stancel]

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Growing, years of reforming Reshaping the ways capable of responding to change Flowing in between spaces In which only few dare to venture And fewer return Slowly morphing Into something more To live they must learn to adapt Entering stasis, replacing water with glass Showing traces of traits Remaining in places Inhospitable and dangerous Slowly morphing Into something more Swirling whirlpool of genes Primordial stewing Developing skills to survive the extreme Stowing deep and away Freezing or searing Or ejected into the vacuum of space Slowly morphing Into something more To live they must learn to adapt Entering stasis, replacing water with glass They will adapt Thrown Into the open Shores From where is born Hope For long surviving hosts Swirling whirlpool of means To ends out of reach Developing will to overcome the extreme [Solo 1: Greg Burgess] [Solo 2: Greg Burgess] [Solo 3: Michael Stancel]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

A disposition to turn blind eyes to atrocity Juxtapositions of dissonance and apathy Aging Old ways are set aflame Racing Into a shallow grave Placed in position to veer away from reality Dismal, abyssal, and empty in this destiny Deepening sleep that dreams for fear of waking into hell And reaping seeds that never bloom in dry compacted soil The channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds To lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon Thought channels open, mastering emotion and control Of impulse, seeking wisdom cultivates the means to open... The door that closes on fingers too weak to push and hold it Ajar is the same that stands and separates the past from the future to come No use of wits, but pounding fists to render bloody, rotten pulp Out of the hands that once commanded great respect from the folk Who shape the lore, the stories dying to be told of people greater Than the cowards of times that went before The door stays closed The channels open wherein fleets speed into newer worlds To lay out fresh foundations of ideas to grow and build upon Thought channels open, mastering emotion and control Of impulse, seeking wisdom cultivates the means to open the door [Solo 1: Michael Stancel] [Solo 2: Greg Burgess] [Solo 3: Michael Stancel]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Beneath the surface faults are stirring and shifts occur The body under pressure The rise and fall of ocean waters Subducting or overriding plates Create the wave The rise and fall of civilizations They are bred in ignorance of placement Drown in the wave Tempestuous and turbulent The currents rip apart the world The body swells and saunters It conquers. The rise and fall Of ocean waters Subducting or overriding plates Create the wave The rise and fall Of civilizations They are bred in ignorance of placement Drown in the wave Wiping out everything around its surroundings Wiping out everyone found under the thundering Crash in a flash, whipped and lashed by wind and water Slaughtered by what once nurtured, caught in submergence Painted by the colors of the currents Drowned and gone Lost in the ocean Drowned and gone Lost and forgotten [Solo 1: Michael Stancel] [Solo 2: Greg Burgess]

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Mourning the loss Of what we thought we would become... As we were once. As history repeats itself We find no solace, only hell on earth. To peer upon our actions and reactions as a whole As though expecting these circular motions To produce a new and different outcome Is by definition, truly insanity. We must break away from comfort to be truly free. Moulting the spirit Exposing new and open minds To challenge everything And abandon compromise Ecdysis of the stagnant Methods creating binding ties Shedding the skin of restricting Progress in these turbid times Never too late to embrace Changes for good To be what we want to see in the world To leave our pride behind us And advance To sever ties with all we detest When we relieve ourselves Of accountability to stand against The actions of others, we create room for monsters To relish in acceptance And stand at odds against us In a world without consequences Will we provide disservice in ourselves And be left completely defenseless? Moulting the spirit Exposing new and open minds To challenge everything And abandon compromise Ecdysis of the stagnant Methods creating binding ties Shedding the skin restricting Progress in these turbid times Never too late to embrace Changes for good To be what we want to see in the world To leave our pride behind us And advance To sever ties with all that we detest Be not the weakness adhering to reason Disproven time and time again Be not the weakness adhering to reason Disproven over and over All these new instruments of terror A plague induced complacency In the frightened, blind, and without teeth. Amidst atrocities and horrors Remain steadfast forever fighting back Abandon faith and revery For these things will not save you In these divine and writhing strands For these things will not save you You must design with thine own hands. Mourning the thought of what we lost We will live up to what we become Changes in our behaviour age of darkness, erasure and failure to stay aabove the rising flood and breathe in the air that stings our lungs Weak and wailing Beneath a failing Infrastructure Of stolen cultures Hands are tracing And misshaping A future fading Unless something is done What will we become? [Solo 1: Michael Stancel] [Solo 2: Greg Burgess] [Solo 3: Michael Stancel] [Solo 4: Greg Burgess] [Solo 5: Michael Stancel] [Solo 6: Greg Burgess] [Solo 7: Michael Stancel] [Solo 8: Greg Burgess] [Solo 9: Michael Stancel] [Solo 10: Greg Burgess & Michael Stancel]

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025