To Exist and Endure
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It isn't easy to dream without failing A purpose set out to defeat (Though) we stand no chance against the opposing sides A hoax lightly taken weighing heavy with time running out, we stand... We'll stand rooted shielded with pride Yet we are easily swayed by each changing contradiction ! What is to be real ? Where is the true sight ? All that contains substance deflates once revealed There lies blеakness within this concept Regardlеss of what they feed into your shallow mind The consequences untold The unspoken construed our minds into confusion And all this time we rely on our given instinct Tattered, abused and forgotten once we tried ! As bait, alive, imprisoned children... Unwanted minds ! We were desired and wasted Leaving us captivated with all the ambition against this empty flow Unbroken the cycle remains leading us to the washed away... We are soul scarred captives in time... We are soul scarred captives in time... One-sided penance that has altered our will to defeat the empowered As bait, alive, imprisoned children... Unwanted minds ! We were desired and wasted Leaving us captivated with all the ambition against this empty flow Unbroken the cycle remains leading us to the washed away... It must be broken... They must be punished... We must regain control
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
An emblem of sinister decay encumbers our primal glory With dominance swelling amongst the olden reign Prophecies of a neglected plague now in sight... The branding of one and all... Born to work the fields of progress, a gift passed down Feeding with blood the growth of power with ankles bound Forced to plant the barren seeds that overrun the knowledge tree Gnawing on the hand that feeds and all its guise Abiding by the molded form Proclaims an eternal covenant Our soul's essence to linger and remain spoken with virtue Faith is hung upon your doorstep the crease unfurled Portaying the colors of your neighbors who mold your world ? Your own beliefs you will deny for safety from their judging eyes Gnawing on the hand that feeds and all its guise Dreams of fragile minds now embalmed with pouring lies... All desires sacrificed ! Relinquished passions waver lifeless at each end A breeding replica bears the silhouette of shame And spreads its filth unknown to most... With fear binding remorse The word of god written by man Tainted with sand and poisoned with blood
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Fixed on a base of weakening stone The cracks form in bleak patterns Barely visible yet running so deep All around they're caving in and they fall Unable to stand alone I'll turn my back... Can you see their weakness in their eyes ? They're souls of a failing purpose Have I created all of this ? To escape... It will defeat To remain... It will succumb over me ! Calamity traces my own path All hope fails in just mere seconds Seen only moments beforе Fleeing with haste, yet they rеturn unwillingly Unable to stand alone - Placing their blame While disgraced - Their hand in the matter What a horrid sight - What terrible fate When a tired mind - Twists it all The cold dust awaits - To take to the air And choke it - On what remains I've prayed for freedom - Freedom from myself Flee now into sleep... With the thoughts of never to awake It's not that easy to defeat... Face the misfortune and partake the Pain... By the wayside we fall ! We fall into ruin ! In the depths of my soul they shudder The fractures increasing, they're running deeper And those that I carry begin to slip... All their need and their turmoil, I cannot shoulder ! And the need to keep running grows stronger each day And the wanting to forget, and to smother the pain A lasting scar will always be... The reminder of lost years and our lasting mistakes In the depths of my soul they shudder The fractures increasing, they're running deeper And those that I carry begin to slip... All their need and their turmoil, I cannot shoulder ! Fixed on a base of weakening stone The cracks form in bleak patterns Barely visible yet running so deep All around they're caving in and they fall
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
A mirage is washed over opal dunes For the masses to witness its blaze Escaping the confrontation of truth And hiding behind the web of myth The cycle lingers onward... Of deception and lies and lies... All a woven denial ! With clones surrounding our gifted epoch Prophets proclaim Their artificial scripts forced for a stage-play Like puppets dancing Allured to their majestic strings intent All our yesterdays have lightened fools The way to dusty death... Our way to dusty death Sickness to insanity... All sensation withers Vanquished by an illusion The portrait now she wears A different face, a player at will revealed On this weighted journey Devoted the myriad small Just follow in patterns An ellipse that's never ending... A routine of mindless habit Sickness to insanity... All imprints through the sun Entrapped as slaves were chained By our wanting need we are locked In the chamber beneath the watching tyrant of our greed A new order holds all keys Invading the purest made man... Unlocking the terror Truth lies within their hidden realm Feigned victories convincing our minds of this "paradise" to endure Some things are better left unlived and left desert-veiled At heel's dissolving path The tide's surge now untamed Only messiahs can spell command to their engulfing height It's a soiled tale casting upon the betrayal of man The demise of our primorial descent
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
I can feel it infinitely It has grown stronger, much stronger than before Tracing the outline of my soul From existence to existence The unseen holds its guard Straying my footsteps from harm Teaching the lessons of lives... of lives once lived Caution holds fast to my heart Preparing my mind and body for all that I fear For all that I've known Always remember When forgotten it weakens its guard Protect the secret... when spoke of too freely It may not play the part Think it aloud to raise the unseen shield I'll hex my own soul to divert and deceive the fire Swallow all options to light it and let the aura glow Step into darkness Cherish this gift and the power it can hold The spirit's archives echo the pains of all time Whispering warnings - They can be heard in the corners of the mind I must write in a spiritual form And pass my experience through the centuries What is learned today will be the rules of tomorrow The presence will follow It will never be seen Taking its form Through our cautious instinct I can feel it again Stronger than before Tracing the outline of my soul
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
An absurd sense of comfort Is found in a world of lies Implanted in the womb of the beginning Shrouded in a fog of man made pride Of a deity's command, of nature's scourge and rape But a mind bent with rage Finds the need the impulse to murder Distilled at birth, kept by the chasm of time Still brooding deep, feeding on the throb of sin The very sin that contradicts the rules of flesh Flesh... A secret prison succeeding to anger the soul at best Searching the solutions To the leering conflict, the human equation Trigger thе bullet's swift clean kill Free and wield thе blade Smiting the eyes of angels and demons the same... The storm clouds purging of torrid rain will soon begin Poison tears from beneath the great all seeing's lid Burning flesh yet still bringing a bitter frost Winter's confine grips every soul of man Trigger the bullet's swift clean kill Take and wield the blade, smiting the eyes of an angel... Angels... Angels... Sickened the dawn of death glows upon each face The breath of innocence is displaced... disgraced... Stricken with an undying need to destroy Flesh, blood and bone are mere toys To strangle the very pulse of the heart To extinguish the very flame of the soul A mind with rage finds the need, the impulse to murder When trying has failed to lighten the burden of time When dreams are dead and gone There's nothing left but to contemplate what's after death The storm clouds purging of torrid rain will soon begin Poison tears from beneath the great all seeing's lid Burning flesh yet still bringing a bitter frost Winter's confine grips every soul of man
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
Are my crimes shrouded in solitude ? Perhaps to empty eyes... Obtaining peace through my own company After a life-age of need that had tattered me down Released... At last the rage came unbound Now at last it is clear And there again appears that dreaded second side I've lost the skill to make all my thoughts known To anyone save myself There are voices, haunting voices heard only by mе Loneliness was nevеr a gift to fear But now I see, I've chosen the path of the insane But soon conversation between silence and mind Brought forth the contorted illusions to a new power's bind Released... At last the rage came unbound This world I made it mine, only mine A longing fulfilled, spoiled in passing days The mirrors crack in silent tones My spirit rifts just as my reflection Silence and mind Farewell to dreams soured in twisted reality Strength turned into fear, it all seemed so perfect Slow to the kill as I stray away from the plan No one shall see or hear, I've seen to that myself Sickened by my own image, to others I must be a total abomination I'll blame time for crushing my will to live Crushing my will ! A life's contradictions reveal the unhappy truth Sanity riddled with questions Silence and mind crippled all perfection I alone have been my worst enemy
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
A tide of red consumes, blinding my eyes to the future price I feel my flesh swell with malice It's the war of sin on sin The devil of my being is poised like ice on my shoulder Whispering his hymns of hate He's a grotesque figure of disgust He's the impulse through my veins For too long now he's been ignored I feel the time has come to hear what he has to say Gathering the nails that will forever hold the coffin shut I thousand to silence the guilty, but only one to leave my mark A tide of red consumes, blinding my eyes to the future price Again, my flesh swells with malice They'll repent thir sins through mine It's a quest for peace through this pain of yours A burial of the hatchet so to speak I'm losing my faith to the voice of ill reason It's a two-sided story with one ending and it's mine Yes, there is room for regret But the gleam is so inviting M blood runes cold to the boil I will ride the silver shards Hold out my hand to those who might share the page And turn my back on those who would shun my rage The tides of retribution can be foul But when I'm forced to wear your thorns as a crown My darker half makes light to it all But the price is high for this short lived peace of mind And my spirit is at low tide My shoulder is bare and I'm paying the price Until my bitter end
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 03, 2026
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