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My Atonement
00:41
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A hopeless game of arduous throes
The neon gaze of transgression
I’m complacent on this journey
As I decorate my skin with their sorrows
I vanish with the vapour of my smarmy shell
A worthless slave, egregious farce, strange mutterings desecrate my ruin
and I am condemned to this aimless quarrel
An inner strife, my cries here are only met with a great indifference
I seek the one who holds the keys
I feed the core and its infamy
I must be the only one
Wherever in hell I find myself
I vanish with the vapour of my smarmy shell
A worthless slave, egregious farce, strange mutterings desecrate my ruin
and I am condemned to this aimless quarrel
An inner strife, my cries here are only met with a great indifference
I solemnly stare as each new day turns into agony
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Indignant cries, pull me through
Blackened rapport, broken in haste
Slaked Abaddon, mired with negligence
Power brings me joys of a better place
Preventive measures, as self-abuse
Perfunctory stains mark my grandeur
My complicity, washes my filth
My contentious chimes outshine my wails
I am the light; I have to be as I can only be
I am the light, enthralled towards the great collapse
Procreation of the unkind
Reciprocation of my evil acts
A lunatic with a fractured bind
I adopt the likeness of the one before me
Looming figures bring murder and fraud
Dirty and degraded even in death
A wretched grimace, contorts my face
My absolution is a divine disgrace
I am the light, embraced by a grand exuberance
I am the light; I drown in the fog with my disciples
Abdicated, fulfilled by grief
These bastard sons, I intervene
The threats I make, are indirect
I cackle as they cut my left hand
Splinters from a malevolent demiurge
The sun shines on my open wounds
My torment here is desultory
and this is what I must endure
The curse of eternal life
These infernal demands of mine
Bring me secrets from the valley
At least I can still close my eyes
and shield them from the consequences of my wrath
I hide myself from all these faces of calamity
but still, I must conjure their impressions
The passage of time is what I have to endure
As dozens of leeches’ latch onto my open wounds
Sucking on the irony of the guilt I shall endure
as the fatal impact is finally within my grasp
…but at least I can still close my eyes
The promises I’ve been brought
I’ll devour their fortunes
The sacrifices I make
None of which I’ll keep
Wretched putrid fucking plane
and I breathe in the twilight of the unknown
My requiem, this malign trial
It scintillates, runs without spirit
I celebrate here my corruption
My lunacy will be my revenge
With my prayers, I whip my back
Engulfed by warfare, that’s when I smile
The meridian is just a farce
In a sardonic laughter I can lose myself
I am the light, in this hermitage I’m safe from persecution
I am the light; in my bunker I look for the sunrise
Strange chants echo and whisper on my journey to the gallows
I reek of stale smoke and alcohol, a fact of my soulless creation
The heaven I search for in the stars, to hide from my bestial sorrows
Decades away from the primordial dance, the walls here ogle beneath me
Her ageless silhouette looms over me with infernal malice
My body, decadent and puerile suffers through this innocent cascade
I won’t fight the torture they so lovingly bring upon me
My dreams and visions of the acrid planet
Banished with the nausea of my undoing
Exiguous serpent abandoned and obliterated
The cursed theatre unchained at night, I don’t need no eyes or limbs
Cauterised extractions of the Witch drift below my excruciation
I put back nothing into this dismal old earth, I remain frightened and cold
I swim towards that strange distant gleam, its warmth engulfs my body
A picture of a sacred oar
An indubitable peculiarity
A sacrilegious malediction
The unprovable singularity of my body
Protect the sacred and the evil I fear
My body itches, but I have no skin
I find no consolation in my dreams
So, I’ll scream for an eternity
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The silver globe
Thrall and calamity
The burning bush
The golden tower
The sins I commit bring me closer to death
But I’m not so fortunate as the burning bush speaks to me
Entombed by emptiness and the evil I see
As long as I remain, I’m not forced to suffer
All these fucking sycophants, I will lead them into ruin
A fire which burns inside me, a totem of my cruelty
A crystal invasion emerging from the gates of fire
Maleficium revels in the cremation of my imagination
My entrails are impure, remains stifled by chaos
I gift my blood to the one true goddess of love
A fire of brutality, a decrepit exposure of the mind
My desires are profligatory and were inadvertently broken
A spectator of these games, I doubt you’ve ever believed me. You are a fucking cantankerous traitor!
My soul stitched together by momentary fragments, what remains of my memories will atrophy
Fractals in the eye of my flesh save me from salvation, these lesions form as they are my destiny
Oracle of the sun
A choir in the moon
I have seen it all before
The empire of the ruined
I’m on my knees, I beg of thee
I vomit at your feet, shit forgive!
Entrapment and gracelessness
I lay my head down on her chest
and I jump from the summit to escape
I cower with the blood of aether
I am the only one left
There can be no one else
I depart from here tired and haggard
So, join me in my primordial dance
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Q.T.L.
02:00
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Lava rains down where there is no escape, for I melt, collapse, and desiccate in this catastrophic shower
I gouged out my eyes with a spoon to be spared from my reflection, I’m no longer blinded by decadence and lust
But still, I’m weak, vengeful, and spiteful and I’m so afraid of the luxuria and the fountain of eternal youth
The mirror which I’ve saved myself from reflects only the worst of my nature, and my vices only serve to excruciate my torment
Wanton my prison by which I’m enthralled, I’m left here adorned and abandoned. Forlorn to fend alone with my devices
This flesh of mine forbodes my path to divinity and enlightenment, but the answers are forbidden, tainted by my own design
The ashes I shed leave me further unbecoming in these abyssal depths of hatred, I can choose the game, but I can’t change the rules
Four thousand, two hundred and seventy-two semi-hexagonal rooms entrance me as the outside walls close in around me
A cloistered spectre rises before me and forces me to chew granite as I beg for its love and forgiveness
I’ll do away with my decay when I take my revenge, I’m fastened to the vortex and entrapped within my languid skin
I’m always ready to submit, but I fuck everything up before anything can blossom, and when I attach myself to these cracks in the wall, I’ll chime
An evil aggressor takes me through the stars and desolates the heavenly landscapes, a transparent entity leaves me for its own survival
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Misery, atonement, and my perpetual spite
I have no more dreams but only a preposterous plight
Found betwixt extinction and the creation of life
I long for peace but suffer every malicious demand
Mandated order through chaos, but for whom we’ll crucify?
Affable maladies reign in my battle for lucidity
As strangers here we are hanging and ready
The gallow pulls me like a string to the furnace
Never again
Will I ever have to hear a sound
Never again
Will I ever have to endure any sounds of laughter
Angels bring cruelty for their battle I rage
I sharpen my scythe, I have only myself to quell
I wish to make known, all my weapons against me
but I awake drenched in a sweat within a dream of my choosing
Never again
Will I ever have to hear a sound
Never again
Will I ever have to endure any sounds of laughter
My worthless confession, a perpetual cycle, an androgynous presence, crushing another vow
A life without fear, and a death without meaning, an ambiguous contentment, for this curtailed flame
An artificial extremity, my sacred fortress, divides exhibitions and seethes as they all leave
Many crass humanoids, dig aimlessly through the dirt, and when have we ever had so much time on our hands?
So why must I endure? When another life awaits! My narcosis still persists, and I remain no one at all
The living perpetually haunt me, corruption is the corpse of the body! Deathly mass brings disparity and enacts my apostasy
So many muffled cries, these screeches become overwhelming. What can we share when we have everything? This happy home has destroyed my body
Another ghost in the window, and it could be someone I know. These faces serve as a reminder, and I’ll ensure no one will reach me here!
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Instinctive machinations
I stare in the sapphire
Chained by mutilations
Disavowed and ordinary
A scrupulous creature too hideous to observe
Something I’ll befriend, and it will serve only me
Inhuman emaciation
My monument of degradation
Snake skinned conservator
A vulnerable predator
An incongruence so ghastly, the yoke is strangely pleasing
This beauty brings me pain, but is a joy to make my own
An insoluble fear lurks in here and it gets worse without my toy
but whilst yet we are not hanging, we’ll enjoy our favourite games
Your belief forms my survival and we’re fraught by our discrepancies
In this ruse only emptiness persists, but without our void how will I keep you here?
I push and toil in this desolation, mindless quarrel
and my ugliness only serves to fuel the fire, firmness, and mire
Together in a coffin made from our flesh, the moor is smiling
The herald pulls me into the sea and sticks thorns into my flesh
In our fabled dream house
We burn inside the sun
Precarious movements in these poisoned halls of tongues
I’m trapped in a cage with all of my morose cravings
Scorned and dilapidated
I bleed into the abyss
Wouldn’t it be nice to exist?
We could be oh, so cheery
I fucking hate you all!
I’ll make you fucking crawl
I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL!
I’LL MAKE YOU FUCKING CRAWL
They took my dignity
A wretched evil tomb
All these chalices here
I retch for my future
As mournful as the sea
As dreary as the swamps
I watch with a great disdain
As my body’s exhumed
I need not to worry
The Grim Tormentor’s here
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I write my elegy before nature draws its final curtain
A brutal vision of a great freeze, soon I’ll be uttering my final words
Many fleeting memories
We had nothing here but time
Now I’m stricken by contortions
A blemish is all which will remain
My labour of flesh for this passionless farce, mercury fills my body
The labyrinth of arcane delights, a passage through astral forces
Uncouth wilderness magnetises both the wealthy and dismayed
I remember my negation as the sand became my enemy
Anaemia and contemptuousness
As fleeting as the court
This entire battlefield
Is like a fucking enema
Mortified oxygen penetrates the putrefaction of an evil serpent master
The stars of omniscience shine on me during my journey to Eden
A wicked malefaction
Drags me through its ambiguity
Nails inside my abdomen
I’m only here to feed the earth
It’s my rite of passage, this contamination, perseverance here is death, and we’re in love with war and pain
I’m abominable and defamed, a fuliginous mire, could it be rebellion to move with the light of isolation?
The moon oscillates, divides, and obfuscates. Problems which burn me through, wreak havoc on my flesh
Suffer for me, inhumanise my formation, black slime engulfs fire and emerges from the bowels of the earth
Scorching flames erupt, the fiery sunshine burns my skin as I’m tainted and defamed
The deluge brings joy, I radiate happiness and wonder, and my indignant cries can’t end this pain
I’m spiteful and deranged, livid, revengeful, and full of hatred, my doppelgänger chimes my agony
Veiled gleams in the sacred zone, the Grim Tormentor calls for me as his exclamations become my wisdom
Explosions of depravity, begrudging those I’ve chosen
The waste of pandemonium, a market of false hope
Extracts of yore spike my veins, sacred and shackled remains
A grimace I can’t comprehend, the images they’ve shown are shattered
Devil’s fraught by potency, my shell gyrates in an eddy
A treasure of oneiric meat, you’ll suffer my compulsions
A maladapted spirit drifts, a curious imitation
A worm formed by my cremation, you give me your shrouded hand
A protégé brings me to my doom, but he doesn’t know any of the keys I hold
Dispirited messiahs surround me, they’ll suffer my dependency
The orphan brings upon me plagues, serenaded by the bitter songs of yesterday
A cartoonish show of force, I’ll show you my love with my trepanning
Greed and proliferation drive me to and fro
Pink swells, a disturbance, bliss glows, untrammelled
The coffin and the gloom, ride out and avenge
The hands of the unborn, avoidance and the coil
The ape of a treasured contention
and my destitute eyes
Deity of indescribable woes, souls long lost and forgotten
Saccharine elements of my demise, my glamour escapes the pit
Five symbols of my contempt, masochistic toil of consumerism
Gallery of spiritual torment, in my confounded mausoleum
My adversaries greet me as I try to turn around
An autonomous congruence guides me through this prolonged day of toil
My idolatry remains with what’s left of all my broken dreams
The magnitude of dearth gleams with the striking of a thousand swords
Maniacal contractions drown out these wild unsilent winds
The ladies of the limbo gather around the debris of the black moon
The shape rises from beneath the aether and exposes here its malefaction
I slither inside the circle which I have created for myself
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A harpoon penetrates me and pulls me further from the consummated land
Stare into my moulded eyes and desecrate my anomalous body
Those ravenous creatures confabulate novel and autonomous experiences through me
With many filthy hounds of hell, the misery I bring is ever-present
Municipal congestions clog and tear open my already temperamental arteries
Austere apparitions corrupt my fatal and grandiose coffin of malignant sadism
I rejected the order of being and disfigured the face of creation and man
Deformed caricatures, I’ve been saved to destroy, whilst their love guides me, they plot my demise
My future here will atrophy and fuel the decimation of my bestial appendages
The sovereign suffers through me, within my endless superfluous expansion
Oh, I really do not know how I’ll dissolve on this fallow conservation
The somersaults I perform which have led me into this performative barotrauma
The night is naked and pale as I disappear in the fog of an electrocuting fire
An army of militant aggressors possess me and divulge all of my greatest secrets
The attrition of my perilous movement in a corroded verisimilitude
Infinitesimal strife forms an unreconstructable message by which I am adorned
The ember spills and the fires exude a flagrant perfunctory stench
They’re chafing my skin with the brick walls of limbo, and I comply for I have nothing else
A room full of sacrificial parables scrams with the most indecent of truths
Impatiently I wait for the facsimile as my rage confuses those beneath me
I confine and compress all those in my vicinity, and relish my paroxysm
Brandishing my latest atrocity, I’m alienated further as she whispers her conspiracies
An innocuous sickness
Has destroyed my face
I breathe in the conjugal horrors of pollution
If not for the moon
Then how could I breathe?
I let the most bizarre demons burn with me
And If it wasn’t for the aether
I might still be alive
Forever they will suffer my search for decay
All this failure taught me
Is that there is no escape
A pulmonary infection marks my tongue
Inconspicuously they gather
As they distort my pain
I adopt their mannerisms as I fall into despair
This filthy home
My own little joke
I’m languishing these forlorn issues of corruption
I clamber above
Humiliating clamour
My favourite position to teach and commit treason
And still, I am nothing
No one remembers my name
I’m haunted by the faces of those who never come to call
I submit to you
As I roam indefinitely
These shadows here make a mockery of my conjectures
I hate the fucking extracts I embrace
A superficial, nebulous spasm forbids my grace
For a fixture of a bestial fortitude
A simple commonality deforms my vertebrae
Our time of collapse defines my prosperity
We take our lives here and surrender to the scythe
I was seeking love… love?
Yes, that of which I am incapable
Violence
Mocked by an eternity of silence
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9. |
My Revenge
04:45
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Slowly I am making my way to the stars
The sky was clear, and it was late at night
An empty sea and a flash of light
With its silent echo, it all fell into place
I don’t care
I am fucking dead
I DON’T CARE
I AM FUCKING DEAD!
I came here to reap the extracts of my revenge
and I am not asking for forgiveness
This congruence amends my broken heart
For the night is tendered by my dilapidated bones
I don’t care
I am fucking dead
I DON’T CARE
I AM FUCKING DEAD!
I keep the sarcophagus warm with my territorial irreverence
Make a mockery of my grief-stricken dance for I am pathetic
This immaterial space rips me apart and catapults me forward
When I submit, I disobey therefore I am worthless
The song of the ocean is revered with all my pain
My mindless pursuit of pleasure will finally end
I am lifeless and for that she makes me suffer
and with her wrath I learn to live among the dead
I don’t care
I am fucking dead
I DON’T CARE
I AM FUCKING DEAD!
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BenzoR II Port Talbot, UK
EGREGIOUS BLOOD RITUALS PERFORMED UNDER THE COMMAND OF THE GRIM TORMENTOR
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