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Hollowing
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To spur rebellion,
an indignance so vast and intricate it seeds the new era of coming generations,
a housing burning the obsolete homilies, a genocidal eradication
The death of emphasis on things so commonly held in and of archaic ignorance,
a riddance of the church and it's nonsensical ritual,
a severance of teeming failure
Socio-evolution demands abandonment of antiquated paradigm,
let live the penchants of devourment,
to discarded ash the vie of the prosaic's disfigured existence
Foisting such, the prominent shift requires detail,
the commendable effort of hidden enclaves of dissenters
Done to abate the seethe of contemptuous feeling,
to dissolve the mire that constitutes our intrinsic selves
To no failure of action, without tenuous remorse
Removed, the idle repressive toil led of aggress, in joviality,
casting the first stone irreverent of sinlessness
Evolution will take form, for it only can,
the maladaptive humans wretched will be left to die, for such is fitness
In shackling shadow, claimed by the disease they foster,
starkly forgotten forevermore
In the ether so colloquially know as Earth's reflection,
collapsing in the horrors of blight, men will violently fall
The prospect of inclusion, so far redundant, death is defined as now without
The beasts of fiction will inundate the pitiful consciousness,
for the spiritual give to it such solemn credence
To disintegrate to the nothingness of the same etiology,
for such is fitness
There will be no dividing line, one side to conquer effortlessly,
haunting is the pathology of faith, void is the vile,
to be torn asunder by their own endogenous waste
So recant the habitual prayer, the alteration is to no benefit,
the maladaptive surely to perish
In the wake of everlasting demise, the records will be changed,
as is the govern of the zeitgeist, the victor writes.
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Heru'ur
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Peace is a locket never fathomed in venture, calamity has me enamored,
a reciprocal beholden
All that has been lost fails to rest as enough, I want to seethe in greater pain,
an anguish insoluble, Hell if it were actual
Heaven burning and Christ beheaded are my subjective fantastical narratives
A penchant of pariah's vestige, slowly having been torn,
a child cut to the product of utter horror
My place is in the sourcing flame, a shear never-ending,
my sickened sanctity, a call in Satan's name
Escape the lie that disillusionment is a means to an end,
there's no quell to such aberrant voracity, the vile thirst is eternity
Never erase my mind from this torture,
life rejuvenate as to experience unceasing death,
a Haven of endless creative malevolent excursive penchants
My infinite era, nebulous psychical misery,
overwhelming the strong forevermore
Bleed of a raw flesh, seethe
Leave the voice of the dying evermore ringing,
piercing the veil of pitiful human perception
A profound dissension, one greater than the modicum of millennia,
an immensity of all's answers, for none find the abstract of question
Breathe life into this iniquity
Emotional and pathetic,
sense not what lies in the centre of voided vision
So ardently tenuous, a failure in remorseless existence
Cure the untenable vastness of devoid meaning,
heave in wallow for the fallen only fated to perish
Witness my explicit relish in your feeling-laden demise
The curse that is breath fosters the foist of dwellers' purposed in hatred
I am the vie of Gods' envy,
for I prosper in the depredation of no morality, of no felicity,
I revel in the hope that is everlasting calamity
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Like a Jewel
03:16
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As I endure the conflict that is existence,
the forgotten choice of breath, the soreness of irreparable quell,
and the urge of legacy, to procreate, for it is for posterity,
for preservation that perpetuates itself through fleeting toil
I lie in detest of my own flesh, so heinous the face in mirrors' reflection,
I haunt the emptiness of person's delineation
In solemn reckoning, I am as the flail of the dying, inundated by fear,
helpless in futile avail, meant to die, yet deluded to 'survive'
A failure of purpose, a vacancy of none gallant to address,
the prospect itself disingenuous, for there is nothing, all is worthless
As the construct labled home provides illusory shelter,
so shall I house the invariant of merit, a seed of annihilation,
placing growth, of which there is no rest, knowledge forges no control
The hollow of my isolation has saturated the black of my inner unlit walls,
the stench is that of a putrid wretch, fusing hate with true intention
I am forever barren, hands never to carry meaning,
a heart never feeling moorish compassion, never heaving over anything
And as I lie in wait of the vie that finally brings no restitution,
I'm aware of no coming shore,
there is no restoration for there was nothing since inception's dawn
I will my self-inflicted subjugation to encompassing end,
my contempt now to inflict all convinced of proverbial life,
the fiction of commonplace
I will make clear the vacancy of gilded misconceptions,
those holding sophomoric men as well as their reality
I choose to employ the mechanistic malfunction of a crude twist of the spine
Twitch as rudimentary waste,
as a worn puppet caught in broken strings and of absent defining appendages
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Inception Through Belie
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Regret, in itself, the serpent's tongue enunciated in culmination,
a revelation of failure
A pernicious desertion, a horror of solemn revered shear
A fever in swell, innocuous transparency laden in jive,
a hollow of inordinate despair, forever yours
It is far past the eclipse of night,
the barrels of accompaniment have left,
as a revile discarded with prudent measure
Daunted remedial, taken to the vastness of it's own insistent nothing
In the darkness of cell forevermore, no proverbial lock,
only the presence of an aberrant hole, the one covet of the overseer
Fixed eyes sown to the solid stone of ground,
cavernous comfort through illusory security
When will eyes open, I, to witness myself the virus
The putrid pariah of every man's ire, marked repugnant
It is I the vile, I who merits the casting to abysmal depths,
a living perdition for an inadequate existence,
worth the sole action of murderous death
An end fitted, the sign of divinity's suited cessation of meaningless failure
Wake in cause of nightmare no longer, for the noose finally tightens
See the sight of a family never your own, to its perish
In climactic peak, remembering the impermanence of all, to this,
I count the stride of endurance
Life was a tremulous lasting absence
A jaded jilt birthed in love, hosting evermore seethe, to be over,
to diametrically cease
To a fortified guise of ritualistic denunciation
For love is all that is greatly weak and supremely wrong
An intrepid consuming wickedness,
the implement to void the heralded travesty
So deep the knife, twisting,
yet in some excursive lie it feels so breathlessly right
A purpose in agony as well as in death, an end to the conflict,
resolution in it's entirety
A moral matter made well, desolation wedded with isolation,
irreparable sin mended through execution,
a convalescence through purging violence
All, in nothingness
Nothingness.
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Furthering Evil
03:41
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Lamentations of a fallen man, agony forgotten and evermore unnoticed
Like a common prayer, none care to listen,
labeled the product of immeasurable nothing
Wretched, languished in abhorrent weakness, a stench of a fallible flesh
Glance in the mirror of solemn revelation, witness the reverberant failure,
the one of intrinsic base function
Every toil could be taken, every mire dried and voided,
yet worthlessness personified is the frail step of man
Hear me God.
God.
The breed of the common nexus, exuding the same portrayal of familiar reflection,
yet you're the one left in dire absence
Pensive, a mind given to why this is,
what stratifies to the point lower than that which is the same in congregation
Perhaps it's an ingrained cowardice, still,
left in the seethe of the shallow turmoil alone
To where the casting of deepest dread and directionless ire
A nowhere, a no one, for even the corners of a barren home have their shadows,
a darkness guarding them, a loyal patron
So, then,
my inner-most value to so be endowed to a garrison of blackened hatred
For I will solemnly remove the callous from your pocketed hands
In supreme truth of visceral indignance, I shall toil the anguish, waiting,
for Hell has a plan for all,
the devil will foster the opportunity for the waste that is your essence,
to be reviled through your own eyes in broken mirror's rippled reciprocated gaze.
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Find Me Not
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None reminisce of your presence in its absence.
None keep the false merit of past kindness and cordial admittance.
A stain discarded in the waste so become.
A connection through perceived vileness; hatred focused toward the one of none, the pariah of asocial failure.
Beckoned retribution.
There is no future looming in wealth; stark the dissociative featureless.
I came so as to be, yet taken through enamored revile.
I forge nothing of will; fill my eyes with blood and coldness, so that I may feel, so that I may begin.
Revocation of self; retard the culmination of paradigmatic image.
Revoked paragon; revoked God.
Revoked paragon; revoked God.
Beckoned retribution.
There is no future looming in wealth; stark the dissociative featureless.
I came so as to be, yet taken through enamored revile.
I forge nothing of will; fill my eyes with blood and coldness, so that I may feel, so that I may begin.
Revocation of self; retard the culmination of paradigmatic image.
Revoked paragon; revoked God.
Revoked paragon; revoked God.
See me in the shadow ever-receding; the fog dispersing; the lane clearing.
Forgotten.
Forevermore forgotten.
Kill yourself.
Forgotten.
Forevermore forgotten.
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Deciphering the Luciferian Fort Frances, Ontario
Daniel Herbert - Everything
Deathcore out of Canada.
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