...Until It Breaks Down Again
evolution through violence, only the violent survive? all those living in peace don’t mean a thing in our history sooner or later they will pay with their wives, with their lives is there no way out? Our aggression, the mother’s gift hold them back in the distant cells two ways of coma, let them sleep ‘till death or wake up the dirt for the last time we wish our hands clean, a sterile procedure for removing the crime only possible in a perverse society they don’t fear the death, it’s every day life but still I kill them all! don’t you see the connection? murder, both legal and illegal this most aggressive genotype, reserved for the leaders of our world the weak won’t last for ever, it’s the natural selection when we reach the evolution’s end, the beautiful and final state of life the closest to our creator the clean human race, highest of all possible a pure act of violence, at last the day of chaos, the day of our redemption killing our own children and so closing the circle, let it begin once again
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
here he stands, one of a million in a forest full of his kind captured by a voice talking to them again and again cutting through the skull into their brains lifeless eyes looking up to the throne waiting for new orders, the only guiding line fill up the red sea again, burn the corpses let the mechanical children grow up from the ashes clear the emotion sector it’s all a question of systematic surveillance reality is superfluous, a disturbing factor in the voice they trust, no doubts at any time control is everything, the strenght that keeps the system going pills for the organic tool, to get them up and down their lives reduced to this it takes a period of time to make him listen taking out the colours from their eyes makes it so much easier his decisions are routine an automatic reaction with only one possible solution their pride is growing with every word they hear hungering for more, for the coming hibernation now they can take new orders the voice still burning in the deepest thoughts all seeking for perfection, this wish is breaking his mind maybe one will stand out, so he can carry the flag the rest will burn soon and become a new breeding ground afterwards, they’ll complete the process
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
an inhuman in our eyes, a failure the mistake in the working clockwork, fullfilling our thoughts isolated from the decaying outside, he’s the one who is inside his consciousness is the far horizon a grain of sand for a human being, nothing more, nothing less he took a fistful of it, just to see what happens in his mind the tour with the dead family, an indescribable behaviour are we denying ourselves? behind the abhorrance there’s more than admiration our secret wish, his deeds so absolute build up the walls of aversion, to stop the loaning hands his eyes are the only open, take a spoon deep inside us, the same image and desire the fixation he knows well, take us under your wide wings the cripples judge the pillar, coarse grids for coarse heads he tried to cut off, but where is the sense among the dead?
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
look out that window, the intensity of live in this filth we call humanity religion, belief, war, blindness the impulse for the delusion? the fanatics are feeding your anger, your gift surrounded by walls of wasted lives their retaliation falls into oblivion, and yours? defending the convictions that died away it’s your turn to move it’s so natural, so human, praise our species the scab and the dirt on the only path I take the wrong direction the way of us all and of the past once involved in the circulation, no decision to make unision is the end of all, of individuality being a whore for yourself you are misleading every chapter I read ends the same there is nothing open, nothing new the truth they tell loses worth, but I get used to it …by time, I leave the door I see is the exit, don’t even there they lead me not learning but knowing, open mouth, I hear no words my tongue is wield by their shit feeding with salt, no birth from this ground the last glowing is punished with indifference closed the book already, what is the last page? the blinded masses behind them give me my eyesight that was promised what was first, act or word? doesn’t matter much to me, I consume
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
am I content? yes I am, am I content? no, that’s not my true self I was imagening it, can we only live like this? you can’t handle the loss of your soul, so anybody is just fine for you trying to get away through your lust don’t leave me alone, don’t kill me everything that you’ll remember is your truth it might change after some time is that the truth? It was your wish desolation, death, return to nothing that’s what you wish for, that’s your reality what is reality? your world, the time and space around where you make the decision what you see and accept the will to live or the wish to die, it’s your decision afraid of disappearing, ‘cause there’s no use for me we are all the same, we share the same missing part the reason why we want to become one and so become complete because it’s the only chance to survive? don’t leave me, don’t kill me do you have the right to exist? what is your true feeling? I don’t know, I guess both wishing the end of my anxiety there’s a boundary in your expansion everything you feel as yourself is a part of your existence but still I don’t know who I am… time flows by, the world is a line of changes a world of freedom is a world of nothing your surroundings and your soul form your shape but without the others you can’t recognize your picture there can be more than one shape for me
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
the death of thousands or one by the hand of men countless lives ending at the same time leads to a reaction, like a wave, a tremor through the whole taking the way to somewhere else or maybe staying at its place of birth hanging above like a cloud of dust waiting to come down, to unload the tension in this scene you feel it like a shiver, spreading and carrying what’s gone a moment of peace, calm and deaf until it breaks down again it could be a beginning, it should be but the tightening ends like it began time shows us the continuity death follows death, for it’s one something changes, nothing without a reason and nothing is like it was before the wave finds the way to our hands it fades away taking some with it to create the balance, the silent shadow disappears and the next hands react
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
the seeds of heritage lying cremated through the hand of a single man and his lust feeling relive by his work on flesh just like flies addicted to light he loans for the unique moment to slash, to cut and feel the warmth invisible in the degenerated society he acts no one seems to care for the scab that is a part of all, an inseparable symbiosis the chalk-white face you look at a human being or a disease, a waste-product searching for control, a life in the hands of me overwhelmed by this power, the physical strength try to make the most of the moment seeing the dumb smile you feel it an incision, it sets me free, this pile of meat and ulcer moving under me and still I want, my hand beyond the cover I understand his desire, the punishment becomes lust sends us both into ecstasies, for him it was the last for me it is the beginning
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
all we see are desolate similarities try to find the final ending of this never be able to look behind the wall of your hidden face only a puppet with a knife, ready to destroy me believing in the unsure setting you’ve create, the chaos but still there are some undaunted waiting for the showdown, for the resolution in blood their soul will be shorn and shaven underneath the wave of death there is the deep black water waiting belligerently for the sense of life raping your family you beg for more your only strength are your followers eating and breathing your poison, while you abuse all we are trained to bleed, not to think or to speak developing it to their psychological nature sharpen the knife you’ve got from the enemy our work is small and insignificant the coming flood is the right end for you, but for me? there is place for all of us, but you surely won’t be the last the last one standing, ‘cause I’ll still be here waiting with patience, waiting with your knife when the world is down and empty I’ll make you rape and kill yourself
Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025