Longing for Triumph, Reeking of Tragedy
Do you Exist to suffer? Or do you Suffer to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess For there never was an ending In the cause of this curse Longing for triumph Reeking of tragedy Receive the world The way that it was always meant to be Rotting yet everlasting Where the problem is the denial of the true self The thing a person has no wish to be Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess Longing for triumph Reeking of tragedy Gnosis knows this yet never shows it Are you happy in your own purgatory? Burning before you could ever be redeemed Do you Exist to suffer? Or do you Suffer to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess Longing There never For triumph Was an ending Reeking Gnosis knows this Of tragedy Yet never shows it
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
And in the night dreams Unshape this pall made gown Where mortality Bares no true form of its own For death is a riddle That has yet to be solved Is this a rite or is this a ritual? Da'athian dweller Summon miasmal pall Dispossessing the eucharist Pestilent niche Da'athian dweller Summon miasmal pall Dispossessing the eucharist Pestilent niche Thus spoke the serpent "The spirit is and the soul is attained" Collecting as a katechon In the shape of corpsing consequence Anything less would be considered death Beyond that what more is to know? Is this not the center of the threshold? Da'athian Dweller Summon miasmal pall Anything less would be considered death Beyond that what more is to know? Is this not the center of the threshold? Dispossessing the eucharist Pestilent niche Is this a rite or is this a ritual?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Shatter the shadows Rigor and wraith Dispersing dispersions Rigor and wraith
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Incantation's inhabit Apparitions of thine labyrinth Hissing dissonance Inhuming abyssal perichoresis That which crypts howls grandeur Sepulchral gnosis consumes Chrysopoeia crowned by ouroboros Summoning choronzic decoherence That which crypts howls grandeur There will never be synarchy Between the possessor and the possessed As an offal subpoenaed In acts of commissioning the self To the horrors, oh, such horrors That which crypts howls grandeur Incantation's inhabit Apparitions of thine labyrinth Hissing dissonance Dispersing ill liturgical woe To and fro, to and fro Summoning silhouettes from a single frame possessed Ushering in labyrinthial еnsorcellment Seancе slithers subliminal sibilance Vertiginous vapors weep wordless wails Speaking without meaning Speaking without an end Siphoning sentience With no intentions to mend An immutable dictum "Whatever is now is null" You cannot even find the answers That are lost in your self Sepulchral gnosis consumes Chrysopoeia crowned by ouroboros Summoning choronzic decoherence To the horrors, oh, such horrors That which crypts howls grandeur
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Dost thou see'eth with the eyes of Gehenna? As a Nazerene fitted for the obscene Whose metaphors are to serve every man As an imitation Mephistopheles Do not ease this aspect of revealing As a mere depiction of the self Roaming in the shadows of the wretchedness that is the shell Are we not all allеgories? Narratives that have no account? Whosе tails are rinsing and repeating To be not at all is to be all at times Until you learn you will never know The truth that dwells Is in the form of what you sow "The veil of the soul Is the shell of the image" Da'ath ye shadow portrait Da'ath ye shadow portrait Is it not tempting To cast oneself into one's own abyss? To know the unknown Is an attempt to decipher the heirloom of everlasting apocalypsis An action that can or cannot grant liberation For the answers are always slow to surface There's no point of reference It's as if there were never any sigils cast Dost thou see'eth with the eyes of Gehenna? As a Nazarene fitted for the obscene Whose metaphors are to serve every man As an imitation Mephistopheles Are we not all allegories? Narratives that have no account? Whose tails are rinsing and repeating A fate if known few could recount To be not at all is to be all at times Until you learn You will never know the truth that dwells Is in the form of what you sow "The veil of the soul Is the shell of the image" Da'ath ye shadow portrait
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
Ease this figure of imprisoning shape Lest it be ever the same Dispersions of existence Unfurl from knotted serpent Noosing the world Ouroboreal whorl Is it not the blood Which is the first to offer us up As an echo within self Shattered yet contained? A death to define and a life to attain A body which is nothing more Ever-less seemingly eternal So be it, so be it Again, again light vanishes From scissions of courting spirit Dispersions of existence Unfurl from knotted serpent Noosing the world Ouroboreal whorl Is this chaos as an identity A view of the liminal abyss? A poisoned appearance of reality? Cursed to become Again and again, again and again For time, time is our master And we, we are its slaves Shallow is the flesh The deepest of graves Is this chaos as an identity A view of the liminal abyss? A poisoned appearance of reality? Cursed to become Again and again For time, time is our master And we, we are its slaves Shallow is the flesh The deepest of graves Is it not the blood Which is the first to offer us up To move through this existence? As chaos felled inside of wreath-shaped hiss Beheld in parables of a gnosis wisdomless Lest a void ever-less Seemingly eternal So be it, so be it Again, again light vanishes From scissions of courting spirit Noosing the world Ouroboreal whorl
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
O Spirit O Soul You yourself betrayed yourself Resurrect this malignant altar Matter o' the most awful of martyrs For the dust Has never seeked any repentance Yet it is the dust, yet it is the dust That always receives our return I conjure thee thou old serpent To bless this wretched house of death A paradise built in hell Matter o' the most awful of martyrs All that is and all that was So still and so dark Does not the depths of your wounds Decipher wisdom without words? Are you not worthy of your suffering? And this is why, and this is why Anguish will always outlast this world Pestilence veils the world Another minor annihilation Whose donation is always a diminishing return Can't you see We are stuck in between The abyss and any notion of mortal reoccurrence In a universe repeating its own end? I conjure thee thou old serpent To bless this wretched house of death A paradise built in hell Matter o' the most awful of martyrs I conjure thee thou old serpent To bless this wretched house of death For the dust Has never seeked any repentance Yet it always receives our return Matter o' the most awful of martyrs
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026
That's what we saw in the darkness That is the sleeping phantom that we That we roused and formed clothed in black A phantom feeding on death, creating death Exulting in death Do you Exist to suffer? Or do you Suffer to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon What you cannot possess Receive the world the way It was always meant to be Rotting yet everlasting Where the problem is the denial of the true self The thing a person has no wish to be Do you exist to suffer? Or do you suffеr to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess Longing for triumph Reeking of tragеdy Do you exist to suffer? Or do you suffer to exist? Gnosis knows this yet never shows it There never was an ending In the cause of this curse Do you exist to suffer? Or do you suffer to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess Longing for triumph Reeking of tragedy Receive the world the way that it was always meant to be Rotting yet everlasting The thing a person has no wish to be Do you exist to suffer? Or do you suffer to exist? Rigor as you slither Do not summon what you cannot possess Longing for triumph Do you exist to suffer? Reeking of tragedy Or do you suffer to exist? Longing for triumph Rigor as you slither Reeking of tragedy Do not summon what you cannot possess We carry death We carry death We carry death We carry death
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Jun 11, 2026