Architecture of Instinct
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Their paralysis governs my dementia Yet my own hunger dictates my dimensions Hands that cloak pleasure within an illusion of sin The torch of might they've held so high Reanimate the wicked The hysterical, divine, imagined music of the spheres Now poison the earth with deafening noise To the stars, the sea, the sky This torch they've held so high Reanimate the wicked Cast astray To betray those with no strength to lance the boil
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
A sudden change in climate Elemental faith, obliged to predict A martyr for the cause The profit of the modern world For the maniacal reign, now pause Under a fallacious banner of objectivity stems contextual mutilation Stunned and distended, we seek to extend our duration As a circling flock of vultures we drift above the stranded A myriad of decaying cultures surrender to our standards Beasts will feat it Men will worship it And equipped with an appetite for sapience The scavengers abate their transience Bowing their heard to the innards of prey Bowing our heads to the closing of the day Collaborating in obedience, the ideologue our intoxication Inebriated, we paint desperate flags of demarcation
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
From beasts in copulation we have emerged Adorning ourselves in this competitive materialism The nakedness of humanity displaced yet preserved Beneath garments and values, warm bodies dripping voyeurism And these baffling representation further themselves, uniting our nature Congeniality ejaculated from this discourse, erecting our multiplicity The panting, incestuous elites forge the seductive validity of legislature And now men, monotony and the labour of being merged into synchronicity
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
You! Bound by covenant Tainted by the order Blackened, soil, desperate Chained to my discretion Soldiering forward against crippling adversity "Feed me, hold me, make me But light the way" Break the day Struggle tears away The tongues that bind you Break the day Gather to strength, you rise again The blissful illusion of reciprocity now made redundant The intruder now excluded Whispers and spittle Will urge the desperate Blackened, weakened, crying out To my discretion Blistering anger dissolves concentration Free me, leave me, stand down But light the way
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
For every deed done Every battle lost or won For that weakening grasp in the heat of the moment A frozen glare from the eyes of Earth There is a second of questioning And foundations fall to the trial of... The fallen chains of the lesser curse You have never felt it, show your face to me With that weakening prospect in the heat When instability is delivered from confrontation We're the argument, we're the open wound A body seeking closure like an incision across the anatomy of iteration I loathe my skin, feel my pain through this lie
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
A thousand ancient, epic tales of sorrow Will forge the destroyed genius of tomorrow War, loss and recovery Gods, faith and majesty His heart will long To the chorus of angels But instilled within him A passion to leave you On your fucking knees... History will inspire his every collision The immense power of our conditioning Will shackle us to him And this grey, captive union Will depict the freedom War, loss and discovery Man, knowledge and artistry
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
She spits a vernacular of sordid contingency into my mouth Such wiley precision, this cobra is a seducer Medusa and I reduce her venomous expulsion to ignorance with A mere slip of the tongue I am forked with indecision Oh, serpent of the equivocal shed your skin An animal in chains, I am forbidden to sever these ties This struggling, restrained beast pains the seducer Medusa and I elude her venomous expulsions without effort Shed your skin and behold these vibrations Like an animal in chains
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Like a golden city, frozen in the immortal Dungeons of rhetoric Romanticised by flaming tragedy Burned from the face of the Earth In a battle of immaculate sophistries Its unknowing silence driving an illegitimate consent Noblemen would mock So to do I set the recollection of my youth aflame Refusing to walk that same old path As time shapes me a new Eve And from my own rib that garden is now Burned from the face of the Earth What was endured Unbalanced with resentment But always known, I know Time, my youth, the burning earth
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Of words, will, and power Our generations But beware the light of this world, 'tis war These seasons of conflict which we resolve within our Minds and with each other Blend, as seasons do as from winter to spring Words will empower, your reasoning But beware the light of this world, 'tis war As an artist of the temperate Words are hesitantly sketched before me In the preparation of foundation and structure Our words will empower, our reasoning But beware the light of this world, 'tis war A lone language is scattered and splashed Indiscriminate like paint in the hands of a child And with the seasons, as they pass me by I blend over myself, over bodies and minds
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026