Repulsive Summoning
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Unwards spills the path to black Gaia<br/> Befouled with boils upon my flesh I am in ecstasy<br/> He pierces my heart, stains my being, contaminates<br/> Obscuring my sight<br/> <br/> All is void<br/> <br/> Breathing falls into time with the swing of a thymiaterion<br/> A self in calcified fragments awaiting final dissolution<br/> <br/> Departure from the soul mimics the writhe of retching<br/> Bile in my throat, in the black I heave<br/> His malefic presence swirls in the myrrh<br/> <br/> Points of darkness<br/> Insects or stars in the negative<br/> Twist and resolve into an open downward path<br/> <br/> The air is all his breath, my skin is a tattered cloak<br/> The vacuum surrounds, I empty my lungs flat<br/> No veil left to pierce<br/> I expand 'til I dissolve<br/> Now we are as one, my blasphemy is complete
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Let me prosper in your disease<br/> As omnipotence grants recipients of moksha mourning<br/> Delirium attains mortality within cannibalized vex<br/> <br/> The black one is the completion of appointed time<br/> One of seven phosphorus tongues<br/> Tongues of flame, they lick up through the cracks<br/> Oh, how the sound of it leaps<br/> My flesh is a spitting, shapeless sea of woe and torment<br/> Until I am released<br/> <br/> Blisters burst open to the heat<br/> Skin becomes dust given to the howling fire<br/> <br/> Dense blaze shifts to be endowed with skeletons<br/> Ascetic trance in a post mortem ritual<br/> Shrouded in cremation ash, I am centerless<br/> Left hand worship to inherit darkness<br/> Self-realization upon the corpse altar
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pleased is mother of the cremation grounds<br/> She wails a gnashing curse<br/> I am blessed<br/> I am offered up as part of mundamala<br/> I am beheaded<br/> I adorn her<br/> We are blessed<br/> We vomit blood upon her breasts<br/> We are severed<br/> We adorn her<br/> <br/> She is smeared with gore, one of a hundred names gouged<br/> Left foot forward in destructive flail<br/> The eight forms crowned as one<br/> Meditates<br/> Suturing the coronal<br/> Maggots make a brood in immortality<br/> Aghoric ceremony dispels eight nooses about the soul<br/> Instability wracks the adherent’s dark retreat<br/> The penitent sufferers<br/> Go forth to dwell in thorns<br/> Wrapped about in dog skin<br/> Alms collected in human skulls
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Associated with devil worship confessions<br/> Extracted from extracted tongues<br/> When the rack and flail provide witness<br/> When the flock fails to provide evidence<br/> <br/> Scrolls penned in blood, genitals rent in two<br/> The mind gives way before the body<br/> Inverted suspension the second act<br/> <br/> First an animal<br/> Then reduced to meat<br/> Sold as souvenirs<br/> <br/> An aside to the audience of vultures: “Perhaps it's time for curtains,<br/> your hungered moanings are spoiling the screams”<br/> The gathered throng meets this jest with silence<br/> Save for the clacking of beaks, the dripping of anticipating drool<br/> Poor victim of the flayer shrieks and shivers his hour upon the stage<br/> <br/> And yet is heard forever more in the scratchings on rock walls<br/> Etch’d by nailless fingers<br/> Wretched odor lingers, an invigorating scent<br/> Applauding provisioners of lecherous ways<br/> Resound throughout these walls<br/> As does the faint clicking of metatarsals upon the slate floor<br/> <br/> He is come with hourglass in withered hand to drown all in their time<br/> The walls must weep<br/> His cruelty knows no bounds<br/> And even in death, the mocking display of you, the animal<br/> And how he took you apart
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Godless divinity<br/> Whipped is the back of the penitent<br/> As we trespass against you<br/> Stability is little else<br/> Rupture within the vacuum of wisdom<br/> Faith is a brittle limb that must be hacked off<br/> <br/> Floating backwards, falling to nether realms<br/> Iron rusted door unhinged<br/> The taste of oxides and of salt swirl around me as I twist<br/> Flailing broken limbs descending<br/> <br/> Shamed and mutilated<br/> A field of inverted castrates<br/> Enshrined eunuchs become one<br/> A sexless mass, slippery with blood<br/> <br/> They lay together, writhe together<br/> Flame haired face, picturesque, grotesque<br/> Head in hands, goat fetus oblivion<br/> <br/> Neglected and abused concept<br/> Violent belief system is sufficient terror<br/> For a mind unexplored by reaching hands in the mist<br/> Blisters form on my crucifix<br/> <br/> Isolated<br/> A path to murder laughing<br/> Drawn drapes on the dogmatic rape<br/> Torment is no concern here<br/> The power over victims<br/> Cruelty is survival
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pierced trunk spurting foul baptism<br/> In the corner sat she, cloaked in another’s skin<br/> Pale flame like an eye with a voice of lies<br/> Announces the world’s vast pain<br/> <br/> Unbearable rot<br/> Floating candle transfixes her<br/> Unbearable words<br/> A chasm filled to the brim with shit<br/> <br/> Sweat drips to the floor in an ocean of filth<br/> She is known in the clutching grip of cold hands<br/> Insidious fingers of a devouring god<br/> Pried apart one quivering inch at a time<br/> <br/> Goat funeral orchestra in the midst of prayer<br/> Appalling sick child<br/> She imagines the scroll of woe twisted around her throat<br/> Though it hovers above her through the stones<br/> Two are made as dust<br/> Intimate knowledge of sadism<br/> Guts eager to pour from a slashed stomach<br/> This womb shall violate the course of the world<br/> <br/> In the sanitized version of events<br/> She kneels meekly before an angel of the lord<br/> Chaste hands clasped, head bowed at a safe distance<br/> A vessel, awaiting the chance to serve<br/> But under the painted surface<br/> Horror, fear, shame, disgust forever
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Reception of the pain you breed ushers torrents of blood<br/> This shall come to you<br/> Defiled husk<br/> Confessional box buried like a marble coffin<br/> <br/> Lying beneath the beak-tilled earth, second son is instructed<br/> The final departure, he cries out to me from there<br/> <br/> Mantle seared black, that mark is borne<br/> Where dawn once rose, defleshed steps closer nigh<br/> Extinguishment of life drives the psyche<br/> <br/> Ultimate compulsion inherent in cold veins<br/> Mortal hewn Christ receives intravenous stigmata<br/> <br/> Bear forth the corrupted ark whose wings point inwards<br/> To the zero point of conscience’s nocturnal arts<br/> <br/> Kept enclosed drifting down the corridors of insane philosophy<br/> Cantos reveal the nine, ten courts of hell<br/> Fall into a swirl of limbs
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026