antispacelook how they move seamlessly from one world to the next no hesitation or second thought not a single look back the ashes give them no pause the screams give them no thought the blood gives them no pain but, no pleasure either emotion proves absent in there caulating eyes no thrill of the kill we all have a job to do and they are simply doing theirs to counter balance to life the opposite of existence eating nothing but a single fixed moment in time turning to nothing but a memory keeping things spinning keeping things moving all thingsantispace
GodthingIn service of masochist we are made in his name horrid mental creatures we carry his face mangled destroyers we are his will vicious predators we make his kills chaotic creatures we are his plans skilled deconstructers we are his hands shifters of reality we feed his cause destroying through power we are his lawGodthing
if it is indeed, gods image we take i can only assume, god is insane
fuckitolThis is the placefuckitol
where it all shys away a place where nothingness
becomes the fray to win is to die,
yet keep your life to loose is to try
and keep your mind symptoms of psychosis are the signs of the sane we must finish dreaming we have lions to tame we must follow methods or all is lost we must feed the monsters at all cost and still the clock ticks taking our life bringing us down with crippling fright in service to death there is no reprise and to scream to the vid will hold no reply alone on
killing godThe mind cutting through in synapses breaking into things that should not be should not see looking back at me the smoke screen of my own thoughts the shield becomes the spear the love becomes the weapon the truth becomes the dead the orchestra of damnation pushing to a morbid fascination of the macabre we are our own destroyers there is no alien race there is no master plan there is thantos in all his horrid glory dominating controlling worming into our minds from the place beyond existence god is not in this place he does not dare touch thikilling god
Poetic FireI never can tell what's Gonna set sparks in my brain.Poetic Fire
If poesy's a crime, I wanna be An arsonist and a fire, 'Cause, I have a head full of tinder And the whole world has matches.
UnforgivableWhat Is Unforgivalbe?Unforgivable
From under the steeple’s holy shadow Flight from the confessional fills my mind. Once more forgiveness I seek, even though My soul is in a fearful, hopeless bind. When given the choice between light and dark, Desperately, I chose with anxiety My urges, endless and profane, a stark Contrast to my spirit’s ebbing piety. Now I can see whither I go alone Though trembling with every terrible step. Down this pathway my heart hardens to stone, Hollowly embracing deception’s depth. Forsaking truth, believing lies, I brought
Damnation upon
The Hubris to QuestionThe Hubris to QuestionThe Hubris to Question
The scholars of the Holy Book proclaim, To all who will hear, that the Almighty Is perfect. He will destroy misery. But is there any pure being we can name When evil men gather to themselves fame, And endlessly scorn all divinity? Truly, what remains of man’s dignity And, if all are vile, who deserves the blame? However, if pride gives us cause to ask For holy justice, then do we possess The courage to seek in our empty souls The meaning for every menial task? Are we, under the earth’s heavy duress, Doomed to never achieve eternal
ReflectionReflection By: Adam M. SnowReflection
The reflection in this cracked mirror shows only two; my essence, my soul; it's also true. My soul is tainted, my essence is numb; my dreams grew dark, this is what I've become.
My reflection is cracked; I'm out of place; my heart grows cold, I need your grace. I'm falling apart; I've lost my way; what else do you want me to say?
The rippling water's a mist how can that be? Do I exist to be with thee? I am cracked and so is my reflection; these wounds, they show my affection.
Though I am but one in a refl
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