Apotheosis

Beyond the veil I see time's purpose in the passing Imagined visions left congealing on the stone ’neath which the ritual, the old convention Dispels the glamour of the corpse upon the throne Born to a failed prophecy All they knew was a fallacy Their eyes turned blind in disbelief To the higher truth: All is vanity All empires fall into obscurity All horizons fail The more I know the less I hope Your every action is indifference, And progenation is the tritest of them all. The seed they scatter, begetting vessels, Filled with the hollow promise of a false eternity Behold Graven in the image of the godhead Wrought by benefactors of the creed Whether robed in flesh of flock or shepherd All is vanity All empires fall into obscurity All horizons fail The more I know the less I hope All is vanity All is vanity All is vanity Covenants to empower and enslave In false worth of life In flock of Christ Behind the gilt conceit We bear the earth forged manacles of faiths great treachery Great darkness lies ‘neath marble skies So thinly veiled, I implore once more; apostasy! What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? A parable to clutch? This world a monument to shame All is vanity A striving after wind All monotony The more I know; all is vanity! All empires fall into obscurity All horizons fail The more I know the less I hope

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

It dwells in the esoteric, The realm of astral thoughts Latched upon the thinker’s art scheming for the source. Engorged by stolen doctrines Its malignance beckons forth Now, manifest Anthropomorphized force Throned without will for ascension Quenched by drought in a thirst for truth For what was I but a spec of dirt within the dust? Cast aside to return an empty ambivalent soul When the spark is liberated As from the cradle torn The darkness shapes a vacant persona His nothingness is born. Behold his lack of lips to read, His numbing face forlorn. Grotesque simulacrum of none Whose coming dulls the dawn To know the lure of the abyss is transformation of the self The gnosis of reality: a compromise How can you reconcile the brevity of a single life With the grander story of humanity? Glib aphorisms wont suffice! To resist the abyssal allure is to deny the human condition I persist, the old ideal anew In exaltation of the null

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

In the embodiment of liberty That all are free to endure Come now, take part in the coming valuation Of the great leveller's cure For those of noble descent Deigned to descend with the mongrels of chance All shall be equal again In amoral finality In your cosmic irrelevance Come lambs and wolves Repeat until we fade All of our impetus is unmade Who was the wise man and who was the fool? Now reconciled in the lifeless brotherhood. Who was the king and who was the pawn? All your distinctions are lost to the soil Whatever adorned you has dulled Its lustre annulled ’neath the pathways of worms Into the archival void An unchanging force Hail the triptych, hail the fourth! Come lambs and wolves Repeat until we fade All of our impetus is unmade Irrational creature You who sought your reward There is no escaping this fate From becoming at one with the void

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

The steadfast stone engraved with hypocrisy Imposed upon the right to exist An obelisk to appease atrocity Commanding awe to compel you to forgive The cult of the selfless A moralist front To redefine virtue as the serving of vice Oblivion becomes your final measure of faith The cosmic guilt of which their code's comprised That their revelation is in conflict with your will Upon false foundations an unchanging law of self-immolation That you must destroy yourself to be pure Here begins the fall Inaction built these walls, our indifference monolithic An endless penance for a crime yet uncommitted. Here begins the fall A sin without volition, shows inherent flaws In the stonework of the prison, here begins the fall. We are but animals born to be sacrificed Upon the altar of altruism All default to exaltation As one, all abide At one, all await The promises empty, the solace is broken again Slaved by this mystical deceit Values enshrined that self-abnegation is spiritual Our every impulse is denied.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Every revelation Was written in the stars long before To challenge the account of lived experience Separate strands of being are not a shared reality And so to perceive our course One must exist outside of its bonds Tangential lives Spiral ever in ‘til their demise Our seething hearts drift atop the flow Warped by introspection, beyond all recognition Digressive lines dissipate Touching only briefly if at all To stay the fall And if this cosmic wheel could narrate Who would know the text but the author, the other? Lucretius' javelin Penetrates the fog A chance encounter with infinity The omnipresent past Becomes the launching pad So spread your wings towards the edge Towards the edge of everything Lost in the vast periphery To seek the answer to the puzzle of our lives In his elegant repose Was existence paralleled? Did we idly dream the world, Our heaven and their hell? Ancient logic thus demands That all life come to its end But the spiral ever delves And the sky anew ascends...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025