The August Engine

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Rain, rain, rain A thousand tiny drops upon the pane Marching in their millions toward the drain And whose to say those drops are all the same? Against the shutters, splash and down they go Into the Gutters, or to rivers flow Rain, rainy day On rooftops or on treetops either way The curbsides and the creek beds know the way To turn these drops to streams that flow away To fill the rivers, bound by banks and shores Or to the sewer, down the gutter's course Drawn by weeds in stagnant pools of mud Or tossed in torrents, agents of the flood To lay to rest in placid lake Or raging for a dam to break Their destiny, eventually, the sea...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

So: the candle has passed through a portal Stayed by a sentry as I try to follow Changing my cloak to a gown to gain entry There in the center its bearer awaits In a circular chamber of doors Guarded by shadowy forms There in the middle; a room and a riddle She fades away... There where she was A golden bird did appear Briefly I heard the song of that bird And then it too disappeared Traded my cloak for a gown; look around It's the same as these guardians wear Faces obscured, still undisturbed With their doors in this circular lair The silence eventually broke In one voice, the guardians spoke There in the middle; a room and a riddle Surrounded thus "An oath to be sworn and a robe to be worn Now you're one of us!" Sentries and doors! Guard with your life Behind each door: A withered child clutching a knife

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

So you think that you know me Just like those below me And you think that you're wise With those big, wide open eyes So you won't play along, no You say that it's wrong, oh And you're seeing right through me And you dare to accuse me So you no longer love me And you think you're above me Yet you run when you're able To fetch scraps from the table So you've got me confounded But I've got you surrounded Where, where indeed Will you turn when you're in need? If I'm a lie, and maybe it's true Still it is I who created you And when you die, I'll have you believe That even your ghost is shackled to me As are those who bear your memory Within you live my manufactured dreams Soon we'll be repackaging your quaint rebellious schemes Within this august engine's power To vindicate or to devour As armies march and temples tower Our golden glory shines before you Our golden road opens for you Leave all your troubles far behind you Enter the light, though it blinds you

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Again I wake up to your end, your ways and means I watch your machinations seamless on the screen I turn away again but still your always there Your vacant, automatic smile is everywhere The bright procession flashes past In 2 dimensions under glass The smile that lies between the lines Luminous the union beams Between the gods and their machines The numb seduction of the blind Sacrosanct the rank and file Of perfect angels passes by To modify the mind's desire And no 3rd dimension troubles this Procession where there's no abyss In which there burns a fire So you will jinx us with your trinkets and your tricks Your malcontented ravings and your razor bladed wits Go on you little clown and do your very worst Go ahead and starve to death, or satisfy your thirst The bright procession flashes past - Bad little insects find it tricky to survive In 2 dimensions under glass The smile that lies between the lines Luminous the union beams - As they infest the sickest segments of the hive Between the gods and their machines The numb seduction of the blind Sacrosanct the rank and file - Though we might whisper pretty words from time to time Of perfect angels passes by To modify the mind?s desire And no 3rd dimension troubles this - They'll get no honey like the ones who stay in line Procession where there's no abyss In which there burns a fire So yet another preconception dead ahead A winning grimace and a gnawing sense of dread A set of orders from a disembodied head

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

So soon the moon will come unfold her robe of constellations And for a time the night was mine in endless fascination But now she brings me only shadows and a host of memories Marching on Endlessly Like a ghostly brigade Marching on - Doomed parade But now she's gone away (She was here) Forever, I'm afraid (She was real) No longer shall the night, from the sun Provide its blessed shade I saw her with my eyes (She was real) I touched her with my hands (She was here) Right here in this room it was She whispered in my ear Lost forever... to hell. Here is a wound, To go with your uniform Here is a message, you'll never forget Back in your tomb, reaping your true reward The path you have chosen, you'll learn to regret "Sleep, angel sleep. Be not a ghost trapped in the light Be as the day, and pass away Into the night." The night moves like a glacier, slow and cold Yet rage takes over as I see the plan unfold So that's your game, to take away the only friend I've ever made In this place How we laughed At the ghostly brigade Marching on - Doomed parade I must say I'm impressed Such cruelty in a jest The depth of your malevolence, the fools would never guess Leave me alone...in hell.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Was it a dream? Was it in Hell? What is the difference? I scarcely can tell Is it just I Or the world That's gone mad? This Vision insane, I'll explain, that I had... Mourning for something Something I've never known I Search for a headstone A Plot with a marker But what did I find In time? Nothing but a blindness inside And golden birds in the clouds of my eyes Then a ghostly waif did arrive And demanded: "Who will love or listen to me now? What lost urchin searches for my poor disfigured ghost?" And so a Grave I did find In time Not one of the dead But voices echoing in my head They said: Standing condemned The trial commenced None to defend her and no evidence Vaguely aware Of her hands in their chains Heedless of all that the chamber contained The sentence was passed The barristers laughed When they had killed her they cut her in half When golden birds flew Out from her severed halves They trapped them to sell to the gathered riff-raff All the ghosts had gone unnoticed there They haunted Every corner of the court and Outside in the square they waited Golden feathers now in their tin cages Waving farewell to the shades as they brought her to This place where only memories can breathe She sits sewn together and scarcely bereaved Unheard she sings an unearthly lament And no one on earth seems to know where she went

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025