Decennium Ruinae

...and with the consequence of harmony's degradation Its equilibrium scorned in surrender Cause and effect, reversal of the order As with beginnings, a certainty of cessation is assumed as the concluding chapter The fundamental laws which determine this existence inevitably hasten its fate The expansion of this doomed universe in futility is scripted The measurement of beginning and end is rendering time defeated When all creation and nature returns to nothingness, the balance restablished, existence not even but a memory Stretching infinitely, forced into obscurity, no echo to remain A vacuous expanse of silence, outgrowing the legacy of sentience Forever extinguished A terminal absence befalls the empyrean void and collapses the configuration of vitality The procession of an instant to end all chronology The fundamental laws which determine this existence inevitably hasten its fate toward a point of conclusion Forever extinguished Extinguished.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Masses upon mass amongst the slurry of mortal pollution feasting on pain and suffering, The coils of worms writhing in agony in the dark void of the cosmic ocean, Only to be dimmed by the dazzling light. Imperfection is an essential characteristic of a species unlimited in its obsessions, Living in constant denial of its intrinsic illusions leave it frantic In its inability to foresee the consequences. Your crafted deities serve no purpose, Your corpse-god has withered. Embrace decay, welcome the gift of plagues. The worms resolve everything, the only certainty is decay. Accept an existence beyond mere matter and welcome the gift of plagues. Forever cursed by the desperate need to personify the unknown and shape it to your own. Trust the worms shall devour this form and excrete your reality. All welcome the gift of plagues, break from the withered embrace of your withering corpse-god. Only then, beyond flesh, can you truly exist. Become one with the worms, give in to the god of plagues, exist.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

No scream permeate the void, for those who enter have no voice. The great eye blinds, incapacitates, regenerates. Enticed by the promise of emlightenment, you find youselves enslaved and contained within the flesh. Prepare for my dominion over this material world. I depart from the oculus of terror! You are all blank canvasses soon to be decorated with the colours of corrosion and blight. You are simply organic manifestations, untarnished, unfinished. I shall complete the cycle, my degenerates. Blind yet eyes opened, silent yet mouths agape, open yourselves to the gift for I shall release you from your crypts. Find life within death, freedom from the pain that dictates your path. I am ruin. Transformation from torture to contentment. For I am the great contaminator, propagator of putrefaction, I am the gift bearer. I am the king of rust, rot and ruin. Relent, accept, reform, deform. I am the Great Contaminator.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Our father is entropy, our mother is disease. Disciples of pestilence, devourer of despair. Allow us to feast upon your horror. The most primitive of fears is death, Yet the process of creation is simply a precursor to decay. We are inevitable. The tailors of matter, catalysts of contagion. Contamination, the son of chaos, he is cruel and implacable, enraged by the mockery of the unclean. Decomposition's in the script, it resonates within your DNA. From birth the process has begun. We are the untameable, molecular breakdown. To resist is to deny the cycle. We are the hollowed ones, enlightened. Drop the veil of flesh, The burden of existence, witness the true purity.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025