Mendacium
How weary you must be. A soul despairing heaven's aid to obtain mercy. Devoted to prayer, fasting, and mortification of the flesh. Consider my nescient brother, the nature of this realm without the martyr's creche.<br/> <br/> I am not pierced by the fangs of remorse.<br/> I offer you pleasures away from its source.<br/> <br/> My nescient brother, it is dawn and I am still here.<br/> While you serve with piety to find comfort with fear.
Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026
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Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026
You call yourself a humble servant living in this lifeless, cold stone cell to crumble. Your mother with rich, elegant hands and adorned in silk. She abandoned you, the unworthy bastard of her ilk.<br/> <br/> Ask me, ask me for deliverance from god's creations.<br/> Away from life in the dirt of others' expectations.<br/> <br/> You've taken from me. No family left.<br/> Oh God can't you see. They're all I had<br/> You're blinded to me, so distant from the light.<br/> It's all so clear now. In darkness there is might.<br/> <br/> Cower in the shadows of this abbey. The chains of a life chosen for you.
Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026
I am not a usurper of the divine.<br/> Kingdoms fall, kings fail. Yet they never feel the sting of despair.<br/> <br/> Beyond these walls they beg for bread, and cry out with welter. Look at the weak, strewn across open fields. Born into wretchedness they'll seek your shelter.<br/> <br/> I am not a usurper of the Divine.<br/> I am a voice only you recognize.<br/> A reality you accepted and your brethren have opined.
Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026
Old man You feel no closer To his grace Yearning to Hear his voice A cleansing of Undesired traits Or is it your Own mind Your own thoughts Disguised as something holy? Hear not An intrusive thought Hear not the beguiled Embrace ravenous passion For the pleasures of the flesh Cast aside The lie of original sin Peruse this crumbling chamber With sender You are not a servant To the divine Reflections Of fear and suffering Sublime to your mind
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — May 04, 2026
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Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026
In cavern shadows (deep) where your mind will dwell. <br/> There is a fear that grips, a whisper to tell.<br/> If there is naught beyond life's knell?<br/> Myth is heaven's gate, a non fiery cell.<br/> <br/> Will hideous angels soar or inner demons dwell? The unknown lurking, I seek thee through a daunting spell. Summoned hopes and fears rebel.<br/> <br/> Life's own journey is an appeasement of dogmatic will.<br/> Submit to your heaven, within ourselves,<br/> And banish known fears and give rise of no heaven or hell.
Submitted by SerpentEve — May 09, 2026