Untoward Perpetuity
I've come to beseech you Grant me the power I need to eradicate all that would end us And I'd give you my soul for a single ounce of strength I need to protect those I hold dear Yet I've been twisted into a tool that would slaughter my own kin What the fuck is this?! Snatching souls yet devoid of my own Even shattered into stone, you built me back up to be torn down Champion of eternal night, Inferna Copula keeps me bound I've ended countless hunters I relish the feeling of leaving my wretched mark Trapping my prey in the dark, just another lost soul being controlled Longing for the home I destroyed for her throne Next time we meet, daylight will be mine to control Boorah Nazurah Char Sha Boorah Nazurah Char Sha You destroyed my soul, now I shall harvest yours The creeping sun shall taint your veins as I leave you to die in your coward's grave And I shall bind your fate with your beloved so you perish the same Ad lucem gloria mea Ad lucem gloria mea Daylight will be mine to command Daylight will be mine to command
Wail as you see this monstrous figure devour the entrails of your kind Picking teeth with their bones as you choke on your whine Sticking to course as a dreadnought plowing through all to continue the onslaught So many laid to waste Never a hint of remorse striking it's abhorrent face No being could ever make him falter Serving the new disease, he only seeks slaughter Crushing Grinding Everything that falls under its feet Crushing Grinding Everything that embraces his teeth Plunder all that mocks his master Birthed as a tool to bring forth their disaster Pray to your lost god Pray as he forsakes you all The pantheon has purged your progenitor Submit to the system as your children chant the horrors of Oren the Ogre Fear the bellowing beast as he consumes the pious Gnawing their flesh as he proclaims this as divine compliance A rapacious hunger lives to be the disdain of those he tears asunder Rains flood the plains as the ogre cries The screams kin to thunder, he tears open the skies Purging the planet, the pogrom proceeds to lead the Deorum Actum to spread their new disease All will fall to the new disease Functioning only to spread the true ugly Engulfed in brilliant green Wreaking devastation in his name Forgoing benefits of fame Watching my cohorts dance around the pyre of searing denizens we've offered to the corrosive chapters All will cower in the name of the new disease True ugly consuming Toba come marching Author's war begins brewing The pieces fall into place Waking Worlds will cower when the Fallen Star seizes the seat of all power
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
The colors melt into one another While I hang my head hoping for another Deciduous encounter of strangers I'll always see in the sea of memories Unfamiliar faces haunt my ideations Contorting my body, encompassing this meat Locked in a kaleidoscope of tenebrosity Cursed to be your jester in this mournful soliloquy I drowned my self in my refuse The scope begot cerebral corrosion This mass shall soon be discarded For they have found the heart's locus Every step I take, rats and roaches follow Every word you speak makes me begin to wallow In the gloaming crevasse, horrid fictions become more than figments Past lives, they plague my eyes Relieving pain in this disguise The exalted fabrications that lead us to ruin have begun to flower There cannot be growth, the soil has grown sour They cling to their stations, the coward's hubris Demanding more power More power Fucking cowards As the luminous myriad embrowns all in my sight Tinges of silver linings amass This being devolves in its light In its light A sense of relief befalls me The scenery has not been subject to change Doomed to dwell in their nightmare frame They keep us dancing in the palm of their hands, a marionette I long for my final dance My final dance (My final dance) This is my final dance Take me in your arms, twirl me into the ether Illimitable eyes caress me in their gaze I embraced my ascent into their gaping maw I can still hear their whispers calling to their purpose beyond Beyond these planes Dulcet tones tease me as all fades into nothing Sweetest sounds in voids so disconcerting Dulcet tones tease me as all fades into fucking nothing Sweetest sounds in voids so disconcerting I embraced my ascent into their gaping maw
This is the unbecoming of all I know to be truth Blinded by the yarns they spun, leading me to profound obsoletion Grasping at shadows, praying to hinder the plot I helped to prolong and provide the consummation of mankind's degradation Guided by hands I thought crafted the clouds in skies Occupy my flesh, now a prisoner behind my own eyes A calling to do thy bidding, your will is my life's sole purpose I sacrificed myself for the promise eternal Foolishly spread the sickness on the surface Speaking the serpent's tongue Questioning their worship as the curtain draws to reveal stars as they fall from the sky The whispers, they slither, then you plead for your pathetic life Forsake your own as their corpses splayed in the vermillion tides that drown the earth I can't believe the horror that I birthed Wielding the weapons that will make them kneel at my feet I hold your people hostage as you respond to the forbidden tongue This mountain of corpses my throne I carve my crown from your flesh as I revel in my new visage Skies they glitter as they cry Bathed in ichor, the essence of life Unimaginable terror takes shape in your sight The world is consumed by one's contagious visions Galaxies swallowed, the tales lie forbidden The Fallen Star rises, all creatures bow in submission I've grown like roots in this station Eons accustomed to ingesting the cries of my kind in plight The new disease sweeps through the feet of their nations But I can't help but feel a hint of remorse, for I too have been used by the gods as a tool Countless lifetimes I have heeded your call Forsaking everything in every cycle, I lose it all I'm left pondering if my actions have meaning in your grand design I'll keep reciting your lines I'll keep reciting your lines as you guide me through the infinite corridor until we cross the gate The Waking Worlds will tremble as the fallen star rises to prominence once again
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025