Statues of Sisyphus

Define our species progression Over time constitutes An insignificant session and A life without transgression Futile attempts to define Truths of space and time From our enclosed perspective Locked inside out trivial mind A life along a line Defines a present always left behind An instant passed in seconds Within time and space enshrined They told me the present Is a reflection on the future An endless cycle of torment Sown away in the clad universes suture

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

The snow and cold will reach our warmth And follow its unique trajectory Ice of a thousand years will mark its way A new line of ideas will be reborn Memories and visions are displayed before our eyes Thoughts congealed will be replaced Comprehensions of a dying breed convulsed As rocks are ground from obstacle to grit A massive catastrophe places Its features before us Before our very eyes A wall of impossibilities, a glacial face No signs - of rupture or decreasing speed No lives - are set aside existence won't Abide - conform, adjust to nothing Of no avail - see the new dawn break Mountains become hills till they become flatland Till they become wasteland till they renew the Surface of what was Shape it into what will become, replenish life When night reaches its darkest hour The frail breed of us are naught The new day will bring a flaming light Reshaping the unknown Move forward according - to the line No deviance accepted - machinery assail Grind the face of nature - unform the ball of clay Relieve us the position - top of the food chain An inner fear - of what we are capable of Will diminish - as our ashes spread on top We're indifferent - yet nothing stays the same We invite ourselves - into adversity

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Raising his hand to the crucifix Like a blade sinking through skin Teeth are reddened, rising Fractions ripple across the spheres A hegemony contorted by this sickly upstart Necrotic schisms raping paradigm Perceive the masks, smiling Perceive the truth, a sword Scintillating, unsheathed in all its glory All its kaleidoscopic fury To strike Cataclysm of insight Dare the naked chasm Yet truth is never unveiled As if ravaged by spectres and rent asunder Raped and beaten to the ground The World Without End is falling to pieces Monotonous hammer of the Gods is crushed Against skin turned gold The copper sun is setting at last, Diving downwards, faster and faster Come mirrors, distend these clouds Trapped in the endless chain of sounds As spoken by the uncreated mouth Behind those cold grey eyes A thousand smiles hide And the new sun will never rise This is the pit we deserve This is the end we deserve

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Cyrus son of Teispes Born of great kings Underneath the burning trees From folded lion wings Marching towards Median To thwart the realm above Legions materialize his will For his grace and love All hail the king of Anshan Riding the lions wing See the future's expansion And what solemnity brings Fall to his divine feet Slaves of Astyages Breathe your masters imminent defeat Crawl for the king of Persia's bless His legacy is bound to restore Desolate faith and dreams Through peace and hate and war Tear down the astray regimes Cambyses my relentless son Mighty king and Achaemenian We shall live to never come undone Our fate beyond the death of men

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

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The silence' oppressive waves Awash with noise Drowning insides Cannot stand to compete All lost between faces Nothing will be regained from this Like a shimmering cloud-carpet Suffocating the holes of Where blood used to flow Insight is slowly depleted Thoroughly and thoughtlessly Anger never felt so right Like some sort of veil So strong, it will never fail Congregations of wave-fronts Standing in proud rows Ready to leap into shadows March into disintegration With eyes sown shut and muted screams Facets of the oblivious It seemed like an empty street Blood-red bricks came crashing down A pandemonic surge of tumbling hate Wander through gardens of spiritual afflictions Facing through restless walls The sweet scent of rotting apples and pyres of decrepit leaves With this blade Pacing through grey labyrinths Demon-clusterbombs and The thick flesh of hydra-fog Carve another path Of snowflake identity Never to look back Never to realize Carve another lie In the face of lies Solace is not in the Word Nor for any to reach Meekness inheritance Complete irrelevance Antagonism and enmity The only sound solution

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The very instant feelings flicker from what's positive to what's not that very time is when worlds collide Let us imagine two of our worlds in tremendous velocity collapsing from each route, swirling through the black emptiness we refer to as the universe. Until suddenly resorting to a crash of abnormal beauty, Slinging pieces of dirt, ashes, and molecules of species, dominate and subordinate, throughout the dark Eden. A finite world finally reaching unventured thoughts perceiving a new perspective of reality. Reaching untouched destinations. Revealing worlds unborn, scorched and lifeless or so it seems... Life once again loses its value, dipping into black, only to sway back at that very instant. But somewhere along the line pieces are lost, Pieces of us. Feelings, memories, experiences both past and present. Even what would have come to pass in another time and place. Lost forever in oblivion without ability and probability to recall or recollect.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025