Portents
Born from the ancient void Spiritual Dementia Called by congregation Blinded by faith. Reverence and destruction Strife and mass production Bred for mass consumption The perfect race… We are the ones to whom you have pledged yourselves Devotion to satiate an Eldritch Hunger! Prophecies foretell of the poison in the wishing well We manifest to rend the future asunder… (Born into flesh at last – The feast is at hand!) Oh…and still they come Seeking answers to their fate At the mercy of the Circle… Hopeless…and still they come Laying down their lives Willing to fight for nothing! Incursion… this world shall tremble and fall Just as all of the others before… I speak for the myriad maws and the flesh of the gods. Behold! Oblivion unfolds The howling throat of the vortex Brings the end to this ignorant age This is your fate.
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 14, 2025
Once upon a time… When I seeped with wisdom Nestled deep in your earth Nurturing mankind from its birth Your weeds have borne steel And I weep for your hunger As your forces grow stronger It is I who remember your crimes… Ignorant… To the blasted fields and wilted air Complacent… To a fallen future and a fate laid bare And you would gouge your own Mother from within To beget dust and skeletons. I watch you betray yourselves… And She is too withered to care. Once upon a time… They beseeched me for guidance Groveled on their knees For the wisdom of trees Now I reap their disease! Their pitiful defiance These dregs of science In sorrow and hatred entwined… Decrepit crops unsought by mankind Scarecrows laid bare for the starving soil. You would choke willingly upon your Mother’s ashes And rue in millennia of Reckoning
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 14, 2025
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