A World In Flames

As it is above…so shall it be below…
  • EN DYSTER SJEL LÅ DER PÅ BAKKEN
    Cold, so,So unbearably frigid,You can feel the chill penetratingDeep past layers of muscle tissueStraight into thy bones, bitter frostEnveloping you in its embrace; youMay try to avoid the blistering frigidity,But there is no escape. None at all. All around, as far as the eyes can see, is a blanket ofThick, white, endless snow, obscuring the groundUnder its smothering, vast presence. One could concur,Indeed, all is dead and lost…this be a landOf no hope,No future,Visual representation of that numerical valueZero. But the ancient trees still stand, bare, but proudly tall, and crittersStill find time to frolic with gaiety, while othersHave tucked …

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  • CLEAVED ASUNDER
    Planets, stray bits of cosmic matter, asteroids and comets, belts, solar systems, clusters, nebulae, stars and their dust, debris, light itself…all lost into its inescapable grasp. Nothing can hope to evade it, as it feasts on any and every single thing it comes across. A silent, deadly predator, floating through an ocean of vast, empty darkness. Extinguishing the signs of activity in entire areas spanning light years. Vampire lurking in the haunting abyss, growing ever larger off of the life they consume. Leaving voids in its wake. What was there? That has been forgotten. All that remains is the pitch …

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  • FACES COME OUT IN THE RAIN
    Their diseased, choked, stifled breathing sounds haunt your ears, letting you know that they are all around, out there in the thick, crimson fog. Where? One cannot say, for only the strange sounds they make alert you to their presence. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll catch a glimpse of them, obscured slightly by the mist. Lurking, skulking, jerking, howling…watching. Eyes as green as the noxious fumes given off by the ancient reactors, the ominous noises emanating from them reminiscent of…cackling. As if they were mocking you. Knowing you were trapped, without a way out. Perhaps there were cruel smirks hidden …

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  • MURDER SERMON
    We squabble over notes in pockets and wallets. Mass produced pieces of paper, hardly much different than what I write these words upon. Only reason it means so much is because we repeat over and over that it does. The ghost, the phantom, of the dollar, still haunts this home called Earth. But we must seek to exorcise this nuisance, this demon. All things, as a result of this jealous god’s vicious influence, are reduced to matters of money. “Redistribute the flow of money so everyone is equal.” “Let the money decide what it wants.” “Only the most deserving shall …

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  • I HAVE FOUND BEAUTY IN PERMANENT EXILE
    There’s something that always mystifies us about two things: the dark, and the woods. From birth, we’re simultaneously enamored with and frightened by the absence of light, the lack of illumination. It’s both awe-inspiring, and terrifying. For what lies in the dark? We don’t know. Everything we fear, despise, loathe, and wish to keep locked away in the blissful recesses of realms which cannot be pierced or seen, or perhaps more bone-chilling, nothing at all except total emptiness. Tis a frontier, one that may never be…for lack of a better term, conquered. All variables are totally unknown. Much of this …

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  • BEYOND ILLUSIONS
    FirstIs what you’d be on the chopping block,Condemned to be killed by yourOwn love affair… Nothing but foot soldiers, pawns forScheming men; mirroring theVery things you despise,And yet, you gain so much praise… Willing slave you are, the very thingThis preaches and rails against, chokingUpon the dust of dead men… Once your use is fulfilled,Carted of you’ll beInto well-deserved misery,Unable to let go of things so arbitrary… But I guess that’s what happensWhen you let programmed machines think,Ready to fight and bleedFor thoughts and words that aren’t their own… Human concoctions have never stood the test of time; don’t think …

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  • OLD MRS. SHADOW
    The grass dancesIn the wind,Swishing and swaying so invitingly,Like waving hands, they beckon me forth,And She calls me into Her arms,Wishing for me to enter Her embrace…
  • NEVER WANT TO PUT THEIR FEET BACK DOWN ON THE GROUND
    So gracefully, they defy gravity,Not through artificial meansBut through Nature’s divine construction,Via her hands, weight noLonger manages to hold them down; as aResult, they ascend fearlessly…
  • I FEEL LIKE I’M FUCKING DYING
    You’ve got the wrong idea,It ain’t the world I hate,My love of this planet is so big,For it my own grave I would dig,Really it’s just all the people crawling around on it! We’re reaping what we’ve sewn,The biggest blunder ever produced,Deserving of being cast into the dark unknown,Forget our hopes, forget our dreams,Empty out those empty headsAnd get ready to congregate with the dead! Chasing what we fear the most,Shaken to the core that we won’t infinitely go on,But it’s gonna happen; it’s we’re made for,No one will cry when our species is long gone! Taking everything for granted,Even …

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  • THIS IS ACTIVE OPPOSITION
    Unperturbed,Not disturbed,Weeping cries go unheard,Screaming hollow words,Bats in your belfry,False tongue speaking lies,Mute the voices that I despise,Peace comes as I wring the necks of those I despise… Taboos should be broken, with ‘em I got no quarrels,Fuck you and your hocus-pocus morals,You aren’t gonna spook me with your fake ass magic aurals,Screw whoever you want,However many you want,Dress however you wishAnd decide whatever it is you wanna flaunt,Motherfuckers tell you it isn’t okTo not feel comfortable in your skin,But as far as I’m concerned, that isn’tSome sort of bullshit sin,They’ll hate you anyway,Zero point in trying to win,Fuck your …

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