Unawakening

Waiting for the signs from the sky, which bleeds black poison. The signs to tell that the wait is not futile. Everything we have witnessed for the past centuries is a preparation for the final battle. Every man and woman from any culture or corner of the world will express ultimate hate. Every action man has made towards harmony is erased, only the passion of nature’s will is to be seen. Man will destroy itself, like it was written in the ancient prophecy. Man has made the enemy of nature, machine. Machines are made by men, the logic of machine is a simplified logic of man. When machine collapses, man can rebuild it. But when Man collapses, only nature can rebuild it. Nature is to man what man is to machine.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I see the great warlord of spaces chasing me through the dimensions. The dragon, the conqueror, the destroyer, any form it takes. It chases me and never let’s me go. I can escape now and forever. But I will never know what is after me and why. In this world I can’t tell what I should be looking at. The world of unbalance, yet so great harmony, the world of dreams and the depths of mind. The things that I will see here are true to me, I have to find the way to read them right. The corners of cosmic expressions are the keys to find your true self.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

What do you see, when you look at the mirror? Do you see something that is new to you? No, you see the form that you’ve took, and the form that is your sigil of individuality. When you look at me, you feel something between love and hate. But when you look the different me, you become confused. Our keys to life are self expression, honesty and perseverance. We will stand proud, no matter how much you want us to change ourselves. We will not be standing ignored, our goal is to perform a sinister act no one wants to see. We are not perverts, we are not foolers. We are ourselves, and that is the greatest shock of all. We are ourselves, yet we will always be something new. That is the key to life, being honest and showing your true inner self, no matter what the shell says.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Walking home, wondering where this will lead, I look at the stars and listen what they say. They tell me that I don’t belong in this world, and thinking about earthly things will waste my time. The nightly forest in solitude, takes me back to the times when the will to survive was greater than the will to have fun. Suicide is the greatest event of man at the time, when there is no meaning in what you do. All that matters is that you live to empty words and to empty life that produces emptiness. The power to resist is what we need in the days of grey.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Home, so far away. In this island, I am made of clay. And the sea is the surroundings. In dreams, I can access world beyond. They include beasts of underworld, but I am not afraid. It’s better to achieve great things through fear and pain than to reach level of no matter without any effort. After the search, I find that this world has either no meanings or a great saving, but nevertheless, nothing here can reach the ability to talk to the dead, reach to God, summon Satan, swim in the ocean of universe nor talking the ancient languages and achieving the absurd goals of this existence. Night can still take me away, without falling to the abyss. Sometimes the hidden mind has more value than the spirits who call outside. When that becomes reality, this life doesn’t grant anything greater than moral orgasms to those who do not seek for levels such as the one of the moon. This is the only thing I can tell you, and this is the thing that no one believes in. Not even myself.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025