Aftertaste of the Emaciated

Vomit soaked dreams of perfection Stain the porcelain bowl Of sorrow feeding upon Vomit soaked dreams of perfection Stain the porcelain bowl Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections Throwing back into our faces the putrid values It was gifted Skin deep and unnatural We weep mourning The glancing blows Of a lance designed to mold Urns carrying the cure to a diseased body As told by the godly dictators of the image factory The aftertaste of the emaciated Vomit soaked dreams of perfection Stain the porcelain bowl Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections Throwing back into our faces the putrid values It was gifted We are more than the flesh we keep We are more than the desire of perfection Skin deep and unnatural Vomit soaked dreams skin deep and unnatural We weep mourning the glancing blow Of a lance designed to mold Skin deep and unnatural We weep mourning The glancing blows Of a lance designed to mold We are more than the flesh we keep We are more than the desires of perfection Skin deep and unnatural We weep mourning The glancing blows Of a lance designed to mold We are more than the flesh we keep We are more than the desires We are more than the flesh we keep We are more than the desires of perfection

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 07, 2026

Your moon is eclipsed No more shadows Only a crescent Illu... oh! Your moon is eclipsed No more shadows Only a crescent Illuminates Forgotten promises To the black devotees Wearing away Waging war On behalf of fundamental truths wearing out Hearing voices Carrying songs Mumbled on Bloody tongues Hearing voices Mumbled on Bloody tongues On behalf No control No control Conscience decay No control Conscience decay No control

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 16, 2026

Hope! Hope for the hopeless Nature! Nature robbed blind Rendered powerless To make way for An idea of the all powerful To say nothing exists Exploit of human reason To create dependence By the belief of Your immaculate machine Never breathed life into me Subject habits The idea of movement A psychological habit In anticipation Subject habits The idea of movement A psychological habit In anticipation Giving me the illusion Of consciousness Hope! Hope for the hopeless Hope for the hopeless Hope for the hopeless Hope for the hopeless Hope for the hopeless Hopeless Hopeless

Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 16, 2026

In the shadows of broken wings The dead eyes of a skinless God Give praise to the open flesh wound of oblivion We've come so far crossing the plains of death Crossing the plains of death To find your empty throne While the (While the) Nations (Nations) Of the (Of the) Earth While the Nations Of the Earth While our nations of the earth Devoid of all feelings Great destroyer take me away Take me Devoid of feelings Existence escape this shallow body Take me away I've seen enough to know I've seen enough to know your God is dead Your God is dead Dead God Existence escape This shallow body in the shadows of Existence escape This shallow body take me away I've seen enough to know

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 07, 2026

Employing reverence And caution to approach God in man We have gone where death cannot follow A place without mirrors Without a face to look Beyond the shores of time Into eternity Where my slaughtered remains No longer follow where I go No one can follow Where sin and guilt Hold no truth In a future undefined We are all embedded in the final sphere Where thought no longer passes Through a decaying mind This is where I'll take you Where an endless soul can escape a human God This where I'll take you Where thought no longer passes a decaying mind This is where I'll take you Where an endless soul can escape a human God This where I'll take you Where thought no longer passes a decaying mind This is where I'll take you Where an endless soul can escape a human God This is where I'll take This is where I'll take This is where I'll take This is where I'll take you A place without mirrors Without a face to look Into eternity Where death cannot follow This is there I'll take you This is there I'll take you This is there I'll take you This is there I'll take you

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 07, 2026

My spirit lay Within a shattered heart Forever preserved forever dreaming Waiting to be born To walk the world To touch a broken sky Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Here we go into darkness As visions fill me of a spirit Always falling Forever preserved Forever dreaming Trapped for eternity Trapped in eternity Waiting at the height Of a thousand years Waiting at the height Of a thousand years My spirit lay Within a shattered heart Forever preserved Forever dreaming Waiting to Waiting to be born To walk the world again To touch a broken sky Waiting to be born Waiting to be born Divine rupture Divine rupture To walk the world again To touch a broken sky To walk the world again To touch a broken sky Waiting at the height Of a thousand years My spirit lay Waiting to be born

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 07, 2026