The Amenta
EP • 2012
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Burnt out necropolis Sinking fire sear dead Second traitor soul powerless Resist those who would silence Remove the wrappings Which fetter my mouth An empty aching vessel Stop time decay Feel like fire dying A voice but no words An eternity but no soul Give me voice withered lips Shattered teeth forced with bitter iron Hiss of escaping last gasp Cut like mortician knife All that remains is remains Void turns in wheel Turning slowly in the starless dust never Like western lights Sinking and spluttering I am now fading Body rot in the row Caught in pull of time Suffering second final death alone I am alone And empty like a tomb of archaic years Where is the beast who shut out the light? Left in the dark of incomplete empty The powerless flesh atrophy in stone casket I am alone, abandoned I am become death Take leering golden jackal Take from tortured vision Saliva drip from jaws Breath from middens Footprints of slime on pathway to Duat Where is the power Cut string marionette Turn back those who would restrain me Bound hands reach for neck of Jackal Merge of past and future Sprint machine fail Remove the wrappings Which fetter my mouth An empty aching vessel Stop time decay I am alone I am abandoned I am powerless I am become death
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 13, 2025
Highly evolved? Origin of the fucking slave You are all voids Comfortable null You are animals Who claim to be human But you aren't trying To reach the ideal You are a primitive design Nothing but base urges A fight or flee reflex You are vermin A creature of impulse Fucking and feeding There is only reaction Divinity is nothing But a yearning beast A crude vessel Desiring refinement A primitive rat? Or a refined beast? All in the gutter We search for stars Nature cannot be rejected Cloistered and denied But it can be tempered In every futile struggle In everything out of reach In every distant goal There is something human You are vermin Nothing but a flawed Base rat An insect of Insignificance You don't have what it takes To rise You are vermin When it's all so aimless When there are no goals When there it's all just reaction There is nothing human When everything is thoughtless When it's all so aimless When there are no goals There is nothing human Think What do you consider important? What are your goals? Are you content? You can choose To be a pig in shit Or something almost human You are a primitive design Nothing but base urges A fight or flee reflex You are vermin A creature of impulse Fucking and feeding There is only reaction You are vermin Nothing but a flawed Base rat An insect of Insignificance You don't have what it takes To rise You are vermin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 13, 2025
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