Corridors

(Intro speech:) Cygnus X-1 was discovered as an X-ray source 30 years ago This binary system, distant of 2.5 kpc, consists of the O9.7 Iab type Supergiant HDE 22 and a compact object orbiting around with a period of 5.6 days. The mass of the unseen companion, significantly Larger then 5 solar masses, suggests that it is a black hole. Focused wind accretion from a primary star being extremely close to Filling the Roche lobe drives the powerful source of the X-ray radiation. Cygnus X-1 is one of the brightest X-ray sources in the sky Fall........... Seasons of crippling pain as I walk the corridors of hell A disturbing contortion of the mind revered Unending hypocrisy when faith removes your eyes Fall.......... Stretch your fingertips and feel the barbed shell of your prison Huddle freezing on the immaculate steps to my temple Which lead in (intertwining) spirals to your nightmares Burn the havens that justify the light And watch the smoke invite the shadows in Shadows so deep they are infinite chasms The foetid jaws of hell A mummified god clinging like a parasite To an earth that pathetically complies Shall be swallowed by that gaping maw All that lives shall die Fall and fall again into the horrific maze of your undoing To me it is a reflection of my supremacy

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026

See the beast in the forest of interchanging mirrors Feel the stinging breath of the hounds upon your neck Pouring ravenous from sky-cathedrals riddled with chthonic pulse Beyond the breaking point of human conceptions (Through the) dark embrasure.... Crouch paralysed in the circle of salt and await the end Torch-beams glitter on the rust-caked torture implements The vile, barbed accoutrements of the chambers of agony Blind, slithering chains scatter the circle heaped around you The bloodstained hooks glide eagerly towards your flesh While you spit your soul into the filth Pull down the stars and brand them into the shrivelled eyes of God Grind the temples into gravel and tear his face with the shards Sunder the cross into thirteen stakes and pierce his emaciated flesh This is the promise of those who make us as insects Let Satan cling feebly to god, they shall be destroyed together All engulfing pain seeping through the vulnerable angles The hounds slip on the breath of night and vault the shadows While horrors whose face-tentacles twitch in eagerness Consume the crumbling idols of your gods... Human gods... All-too-human gods! Tindalosi be our salvation....

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026

"Daddy, help me Daddy, where are you?" Inconceivable claws wrenching at the gates of time Torrential incandescence of the atomic wellspring Churning in its infinity amongst mindless dancers Lurching to the twitching cadence of discordant flutes This is chaotic abhorrence, mercurially envisioned horror The incoherent howling in the untamed void Of a malformed child stretching its emaciated limbs Amidst the unbearable pounding and the stench of vile smoke ...Skin-graft ugliness... ...Implacable gaze... ...Towering disdain... ...Insectile grimace... ...Talons stretched... ...Muscles taught... ...Burning scars... ...Waiting to be born... Cruel, haggard eyes locked in incurable amusement Contorted grin on the face of inhumanity Stirring the convulsions of its puppets Stapled down and force fed misanthropy Cavorting primitive playthings Bastardised on the ruins of a wasted heaven Eagerly devouring our own minds Mouth and eyes sewn up but still we shriek and stare In the alleys that weave between (gulf-spanning) sky-thorns Graffiti hung derelict towers (pinning down the earth) Litter scuttles blindly away like fear-crazed insects Crumbling city walls echo their terror (back at them) In the filth stained underpass we wait Dangling limply on chains, hung from another reality Empty minds waiting to create pain Waiting to be born And dying you (?) (?) Initiates to the belief that you are not immune to the earth You know that you are not alone You're own (?) (?) and (?) Our whole world, everything we see as nice and normal, and sane, might be like a big leather bowl filled with air. Only in some places, the leather scuffed almost down to nothing, places where the barriers are thinner. Wouldn't it be a day if the rest of that leather between us and what's on the inside of that bowl just rubbed away?

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 11, 2026

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