Djinn

The royal crown is broken amidst midnight bloom, within the language of stars they deny our light to embrace their gloom Thirsting throats now throttle as they sip the spurious as fact Toasting their own turmoil while turning contra towards the pact The chambers of the underground ripple with the echoes of the weak, herded like cattle by the scenes in which they blindly seek These grainial oceans... they glitter not of gold for these arid flats entomb fragmented bones & horrors of old Fallacies unwinding the ambitions of forgotten dreams associations burden culturally cracking at the seams These illusions flourish like dead flowers in the wind let it be the pride of devils that we may find ourselves in

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The world of separation & below, return me to the hallowed mind for what may come shall always go into regions I need not find As within & so without, away into the vastness of infinity shatter vessels of thriving doubt & devour diadems of decaying divinity From inner fields of illumination, praying unto the chaos star boundless together in our cognation, cut, cauterize & conceal our scars banishing tidal disruption, returning stellar supernal essence vanishing idle abruption with the parallel setting of the cardinal crescent Eater of stars, protrude your wings like infernal parched tongues of the opaque & perdu kings Dark nebula, shimmering cosmic dust through grandeur consumption may the astral light combust Material vacuum, take beyond your means Be oh luminous Sol a pawn & Luna our queen of queens Burning serpents, radiating topaz through the skies Beyond delusions of reality is where absolute actualization lies

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Where are those that provided protection Where are these giants of old And where in the world did I stand when they needed protection of their own Nothing in this life is granted other than the reminders of decay for all who stood tall have dissolved into the conciousness of our yesterday Barren have become my lands emptied through the averice deed laceratered by the wounds of hand vanished keep of bark, root & seed Sapling ghosts I long for now blackened by the touch of fire & smoke lost in the questions of why & how I still hear the whisperings of pine & oak Thy thickets urn, my heavens burn where now will I search for serenity for leaf & fern, my heart shall yearn within the embers of our own obscenity Paradise now feign, nature in chains as is my soul internally for the cost of gain, blood stains these plains and we follow in the footsteps of eternity

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Into the depths of their rabbit holes they go, believing what fits their agenda, so that they may cast projections of their own Through sightless eyes things are never what they appear but a semblance phenomenon to those too far out & those far too near Betwixt lesser men & greater gods, bleak are the altars of fairness where all bow before their foremost frauds The admonished trangress by the misconceptions of their place like fork-tongued ophidians disclosing two masks for every face Beyond the dark of night, is where we transcend pursuing lures of light, let us begin again Lying above & flying below circulating within the soul's corruption What is once broken shall again be whole unchaining stigmas from the mind's abduction Distort the realms of time, to our will it shall bend dispel what is left behind, for I shall seek no end Let it be these beasts that will come for me severing schackles from my body's thrall powerless to their excuse of indignity it is within the center where we will find the balance of all

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025