Ceremonial Torture
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At the altar of pain I drain my veins There skeletons dance in a desultory trance Slave to the non-existent Victim of the nihilistic Sentence me to nothing Let me kiss the hand that starves The hand which takes the knife and carves Words hold no truth, your suffering is the proof God of pain God of sin Through you I am born again Crush my bones, break my skin Ceremonial torture, let it begin Create my palace from your bones Skulls of lovers make up my throne Screams of sorrow fill my halls Under my reign passion falls Blood, bone, skin, flesh Here on Earth, find no rest Blood, bone, skin, flesh Carve a final word, in humanities head; end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Last caress, limerence Synthetic happiness A poison laced kiss Drug induced bliss as I sugar coat the pill Revel in the kill Let the death symphony play until the end of days Let the sun exhaust its final rays In this last dance, we laugh and sway When one door closes, another never opens Skeletons devoid of life Draped with skin and flesh and night The dull razor The shallow knife I'll worship the hand that ends all life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Death is the shadow of life There is no shade where there is no light No flame of hope burns In everlasting night The path is blackened We walk without sight We sing the hymns of extinction veiled in soft expressions We hum a positive song to suppress Our universal depression We curse Eve for her betrayal We spite the Serpent for his deception But the Curse of Adam in clear perception Is a gift that we should relish The knowledge that we shall perish is a thought we all should cherish From being, to this, to nothingness Man is nothing more than transition Rejoice in the setting sun As life leaves our eyes We draw closer to beautiful demise Let mother become an obsolete word, father a useless term Sterile Earth, be still and quiet Lie-down in concrete beds And let nature decorate our unmarked graves Bury humanity in moss and dirt A testament to our final worth Death the blessing, and life the curse
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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