Insidious Existentialism

exhumed myself from my tomb of autocracy and the kings left the hills satisfied I am all in one, with grief and deceit I am scorned Inexorably, an expression of pure remorse, for what I am, what I've been the grace of the romans bring blessings to my Contradiction, I denounce my faith then raise my palms to the sky and covet virtue Misdirected by supercilious priests, the wolves are sheep and the sheep are wolves. CHORUS Now I am your king, you shall bow at my feet the words of the elders, are rendered obsolete. Now I wear this crown, you cannot for go my name your cryptic code is deciphered, adhere to this Blame, you have brought upon your untouchable monarchy. My disdain for goodbyes match my detest for youth, the path to hell is paved with the droning masses. And you all will know their names, as you succumb to their erroneous prophecy. The wolves are sheep, sheep, sheep, and the sheep are wolves. CHORUS

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

On your knees your substance unbound freed from fallacy thine eye is open for none to see to see Inequity bludgeoned by dignitys sting of denial for virtue baptised in hope relinquishing truth for old regard poison the ill fated gifts of a thousand worshipped sons brothers in arms entangled by myths and shadowed in falsehood still reeking of previous nights of adultery only proverbial passages his body a contortion of rusted car wrecks boycotting relentless excursion rumours of it's mothers murder were immenent shook by the force of cancerous blasphemy your fucking loss from the material gratification of a lonely eager wasp left to sink in the plagues of a centuries devastated new born For i am still chewing gravel with the dogs You are my kingdom still plastered in mock admiration for today my son you will never know what the beasts have done No mercy for the pestilent

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Mercy me for the land is swept with hope the pinnacles of mountains echo Future cries of sons and daughters The filth of factories bleeds into the horizon all bow to A false dictator who offers hope and satisfaction with his hounds in chains scraping their teeth along The birth of industry Propoghanda breeds idiocracy the piper will follow the sky line with broken legs he crawled for miles knowing he'll burn for it Haggard and torn his night was spent well wishing the flood now he follows the gang like a plague drifting through memories to feed his guilt for widows hooked his grief to their veins they're memories regressing costing they're indiscretion torn apart among the debree costing the recent mourning no longer hearing this no longer hearing For I am death and i have come to cleanse for years you've walked amongst us raping our words no more

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

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Sirens awake to the sound of a rural cry, whilst our children turn in theirn unfilled graves, the framework of sculptures. And of rotting hearts, they gather round and come what may, sleep under their forked tongued shepheard. In it's hurricane, grievous angels float above. Yet ignore the mercy, we drink tonight in aid of envy's liquor, whilst your mothers die of a broken heart. The clocks turn to reep what he sewed, and grace the wildlife. The thorn bush is hungry and the deer is taunting. The rabbit hole is deep at last. The lake where we have dove, is shallow and dry, and our masters line up to resolve their sins. The framework of sculptures and of rotted hearts. Left to wander the barren wastelands. With broken ideals, the smoke arising. And the hypocrites kneel, palms to their face they cannot see their own impurities. And the chapel is worn, the mark of their cult is wrapped around the shawl of virgins. Memories of a once great new age are now forgotten. We are not forgiven, we will not heal.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025