Anagnorisis
EP • 2012
You hang lifelessly atop this murky lake. Slowly being washed over by January water. Drowning the dead as our past regressions are laid to rest. Everything you were: reduced to ash, taking space in this velvet pouch, ceremoniously released, to help this selfish mortal toil. Forced to continue moving, as the currents take you and the fish consume you. Forced to become something you have no control over. Reworked into human condition. No reward for your servitude, unjust rebirth. Selfish as mortal creation. Plagued by man's conditioning to honor their dead. You keep moving, not who you were, but what you are now. Time falls apart, around you. Loose sands in a liquid hourglass. Ash becoming mud. Your memory a murky sediment, in distant river beds. Aging again, as if you haven't endured enough. Becoming lye and holding on as your existence gets washed over. You were never pure enough to cleanse this loss. Irony becoming an acceptable consequence of birth. It was always in your nature, dormant in our name. Wallower, swamp dweller. Clan of Kerr.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
There is no existence outside yours What lies as attainable comes at a cost To make yourself bleed comes easy The intrinsic value of self-mutilation Acquisition of all things appear unbounded But the true price is internal: suffering I sustain a new process, download and correct Escaping the cycle of thought, restore this lost confidence Building a new way Redefine freedom Creating the life we want, without the promise of "forever" Trust was a mere illusion Who do we blame for this betrayal? Spiraling down into the abyss Revealed is the only way out Grasping at rocky ravines, introspection through admission of doubt How can every thought be tampered, when the catalyst is our own emotion? Lay down your words and action Accept this: only suffering is free Giving freely, we've come undone The restoration of spirit comes at a price, that which cannot be taken for granted A new exchange of compensation The baseline of self-worth and hope Thunder rings out as the last word is spoken A Doppler effect of half-truths and chaos Find the facts, the theories, the price of existence Accept your suffering and its place in reality The relativity of all things will forever sustains
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
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