Offerings of Flesh and Gold
I From the cacophonous roar, beauty springs A blood streaked rose rising from a pile of shit We dance as the drones film us, and we fly higher than they The only thing higher than our spirits are the flames And the flames are more easily doused It was only a matter of time before we danced on the faces of kings All we can say is that we will try something different If it works then it works. If it doesn’t then at least we tried Our being in spite of yours Holding hands and stomping ash and burning down the may pole And the only ones who fear tomorrow are they that make t’morrow harder O! a smile like blood! Growing pains never stop we have outgrown our shell II I am that oil fire, black and burning and full of spite, tendrils in all directions I singe the past and flood the future Will the blood or the water reach our eyes first? We will bear our young and birth them In your lungs In your hearts In your minds And in your young And they will gorge themselves on you, and grow fat As you were An insect left to fester That is fine. We embrace the shadows you loom over us Soon they will be shadows no more A lurking fear in the back of your heart
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
At the end of all things is a mouth made of light Teeth dripping like stars Sharp as the edges of our perception We cannot see behind us nor behind the doors But we still know what goes on in the deep dark places The offerings of gold and flesh no longer concern me I have drank enough blood and bile to have grown my eyes on the inside I see through the veil and I see through the dream I have dug into myself, ripping out sinews and black fibrous waste Leaving only what remains, here and now We cannot transcend while still chained to this feeble carbon Rip it away, rip it away At the end of all things is a mouth made of light Teeth dripping like stars Sharp as the edges of our perception At the end she will be waiting To devour the shards that make up our aether Our forms will become her shining maw Our lack, the space between her gleaming fangs Our muscles, her snapping jaws and the universal viscera that drips from them forever I renounce my flesh And I embrace my purpose I renounce my flesh And I embrace my purpose It was writ upon my soul as I was molded in the nothing We were born to be devoured by the infinite
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
We cover our heads in reverence And so our station is known What we do today will reverberate throughout eternity What is a realm without a king? An empire without an emperor? What is a domain without a god? They have left us to fend for ourselves for far too long And that is what we shall do We cover our faces so we may act Without mercy Without hesitation Without fear We offer a freedom only dreamed of Burn ourselves away, leaving only the idea An invincible obsidian will A black death Descendant of the mountains Old and creaking and furious They should worship us, kiss our feet from their ivory thrones But no We toil, and suffer, and break, and die so that they Will have more All we wanted was enough But they wanted more No more Put the apis bull in the brazen one A funeral for all these gods Set the fires, hear the screams Applewood, ash, and flesh The pyres will burn forever We will melt the thrones to cast bowls and spears So man may know the true god, themselves And none shall ever go hungry again
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026