Red Shift

Tension myriad eyes staring at your tomorrow access never knew we're strangled at the endbr past the further: the descending coils of this paradox stream the nothingness: despair at the end of a hoping rope... Standby the sign of me... some kind of unique form ...another season sliced. Nail the inches: nail the seems to glorify the acts your mental sequences: sequenced emotions in a crystal box you passed the further: descending coils of paradox strem of fulfilness: despair at the end of a helping rope... ...a blind pain deceiver in a vectored eye now we know what we became ...nothing's left but we and my naked I ...some kind of unique form

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The cause for distress was never caused by what you knew... That time you lurked in your world's shadows a man powered mask among the mundane merchants it was a game of taunting... ...and you definitely won the chance. Those echoes, inversed, thumping on and on... as i held your hands, again and again... And i wonder why... was that the price to pay? the seed in your inside I found. Gave birth in the devil in me It never would be late, to take the las resort a decision greater of growing closer to the sun but take no frail movements, or else you will be lost. The chances, the dreams, the pains, the dancind with the sun... lured decoy

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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There's no heart in no faint solution There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition (the odds and evens of a present pain) Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant it's this step down I built... ruled in selfrules it's your lifetime's point the stage in a blissful pain, just a stage... Recall your cyphred bluntness, for which you were meant to please. Dragged out by a miliard thoughts, it took your time to turn to me. All in all, all's to be lost, To travel down within the coil. Frailty, misconception, a lost strifle in a season's end. It took your time to turn to me...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

There i stood buried in the sand As it rose in front of my eyes... as it rose in froont of my mind... those 20 eyes staring into the onsome I'm buried... I'm choking... And upon his loins, thirsty beasts bearing the burden of pain... ...in those faces... through his hands enchanted fo my please, As I creep beneath the graven soil... will I evenr understand? what it ever meant?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

These lights protraying horizon beams these forms, signs altered by a kind. Striking errors from the past individual lure on extinguishing light decayed core, only dust and despair. Mindscapes modulated in malfuncition, the core in natural movementes senseless sense intangible motions an unmeasured declaration for a knowledge untaught

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

It's a new waypoint for us all from now when things are not all though what they seem. It's a time to burn in our ashes... ...or was it you who began to doubt Now we're forgetting what it was all about, as we took our chances in this free world above. In a godless theurgy in a dismissed ordain, followed by them all. Descent to Dion Let us meet for what we failed Drink with my cup and spil on your fate. Descent to Dion I never knew what was to be done. Did I ever need to be shown the paths? it's this world coming apart, as we drink in joy in our cult to Dion. Drink in this, our theurgy.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

(Pulling the threads which stand forever as the streams that will rage...) Three eyed senser, agent in all matter brought to this world with the hands you once called wind dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness, the cause for this distress is the mere wrongness be this, your presence. My child don't do that again, if else i'll take you where you belong. Serial lists of movements So tactfully obeyed. With no words ledt to say I lead to my private ocean.

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Take a look in your own self and see what's behind the voice The self-riddance you named after conscience now stands before you as a man. A sinful ensemble beneath a dried out skin maybe time will tell what I knew (from the very start) I strangled your inside, but now you're on your own.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

That pail red light that burns my seems. A crimsom pail fading pyre, the day my funeral was delayed... I fought my way back through billion stars, In a pointless trip in your recede... ...And I'll breed in the edge of your source I'll breed on... Red Shift. Heart's recede, Red Shift...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025