V01d

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And West once more Beyond swirling of spitting seas Past immense gates of bloody iron Trapped, the animal bites through limbs in steel teeth The human succumbs, meekly And they have souls? Shall we discuss boulders? Slick with tears or blood Or a flaming wheel Bearing some screaming wreck It will always return, for the weak Of course We need not bow to the choking shroud (The shroud of Erebus) Souls as bronze anvil, fell nine days 18 from heaven to crash on cold rock When did we begin feeding on that lie When did we accept our own cages We need not bow down to the choking shroud The shroud of Erebus Why a life snuffled out in darkness? Why trudge towards a disappearance? No boulders or flaming wheels Shall we talk of crawling chaos? They are your chains. Not mine Learn strength, worms I will not sink to your level A nine day journey to darkness Ah, Nyx, close your womb Your children are heavy

Submitted by The Void — Feb 11, 2026

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Shattered wreck shivering In cool blue TV fire Amphetamine grit Living remotely Keeping so distant A fucking deadweight A life by proxy His retinas flicker with Stock footage of genocide Asleep at the wheel Coasting in neutral Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender Any detail blurred Indistinct and degraded This is the media junky Humanity's dry husk Incapable of abstract thought On/Off/On/Off This is the media junky Complacently numb Culture bought on credit A montage of random edits Nothing is sacred Everything is disposable The "truth" is a con Information is power Random fractured binary A "fact" is a selling point Everything too simple An advertising swindle In this red, rusted landscape Asleep at the wheel Coasting in neutral Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender Any detail blurred Indistinct and degraded This is the media junky Humanity's dry husk Incapable of abstract thought On/Off/On/Off This is the media junky Complacently numb Culture bought on credit A montage of random edits Nothing concrete All is plastic Media is the corpse And he is the vulture His nervous system A collage of school shootings And hospital waiting rooms Bloody pavements intersect Images of catwalk fashion Headline black bleeds into inkblots Suggestion shutdown His is a slow death This is the media junky Humanity's dry husk This is the media junky Humanity's dry husk On/Off/On/Off

Submitted by The Void — Feb 11, 2026

There is no strength There are only systems There is no belief There is only dogma No more spines Controlled by ambition Only buckled car bodies In which we are caged This sick new world This sick world trapped In buckled car bodies Asleep at the wheel Out of control Controls out of reach Always crashing In the same car Democracy is a faceless dictator It's branding erased In repeated collisions Under a tangled constitution A squat, squalid slave The scattered detritus Of a freeway culture There is no strength There is only systems There is no belief There is only dogma No more spines Controlled by ambition Only buckled car bodies In which we are caged A revolution Is just a zero It brings you right back To where you began Out with the old In with the new The only thing changing Is who holds the whip Peakhour traffic In static dead air Psyche mirrored in A crash victim's fender Every word brings Smells of burning oil We will all be Hunched shoulders Windows shut and Air recycled No direction No fucking spine We are in neutral Careening down steep streets Asleep at the wheel Out of control No one takes the wheel Just pretending to drive A new dummy Every time we crash Everything stuttering Towards zero No movement and no meaning This world is all Dimming headlights Billboards cluttered With empty rhetoric The futile chatter of A preprogrammed system There is no difference But there is a choice There is a shell But there is no spine

Submitted by The Void — Feb 11, 2026

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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 The Void — Feb 11, 2026

First came the word And that word was nothing Sounded syllables in boundless thought Is this it? Or all? Or everything A reflection between parallel mirrors? In a book never written Seen through a frameless window Nihil est The opiate of the masses Diluted and polluted Curls in wisps over vacant idols To stillborn children Mother nature gave birth to husks That dissolve and decay back to dirt In the melody between notes In the notes in arrest In discord in a cord Nihil est In the words between lines In the worst of the best In the dust in the pews Nihil est Like words of empty praise Washing over an empty congregation Like a cancelled play, played out To a sleeping audience of mannequins Like a television flickering Static in an empty concrete room In thoughts so vast nothing is possible When nothing exists everything is always permitted Existence is no great gift Death is not a beginning But in nothing it is a rift Love, Hate in a cold dream A cold clockwork circumstance A random unknown hidden in simple patterns It's a chalk outline, not a halo Leave crutches for cripples Leave dependence to drones Lies to the harvest for truth to be sown In the melody between notes In the notes in arrest In discord in a cord Nihil est In the words between lines In the worst of the best In the dust in the pews Nihil est

Submitted by The Void — Feb 11, 2026

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you live in fear of darkness oblivion thy throne soon visions will diminish beyond the unknown images of godhead for you seek what can't be found you hear my call heed my words before you fall enigmatize - enigmatize martyrize - enigmatized I sense the day of judgement a gift for the unborn a silence soon to perish into wanting scorn i feel the charge of mankinds lust upon this earth i see the final solution in the judging of our worth turn back the hands of time and greet the sacred one within union we fall beyond the veil beyond thy fear

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 13, 2025

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