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Celebration of Atrocity
10:53
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The void of ceaseless hunger which still haunts me
A veil lifted which revealed our true nature
Manifestation of horror unbeknownst to us was possible
No possible rationalization for the torment, which we have endured
Prayers left unanswered for what felt like a millennium
It wasn’t long ‘til’ we reached a state of complete demoralization
I needn’t any longer deny the atrocity I have committed
May the lord spare the souls of the ones I have consumed
The great famine which was supposed to see the end of us
Starvation was the primary weapon they used against us
The villains burnt our grain and killed our cattle
And all we had left was the slaughter of our own
I waited for the mercy of my master
But all my cries were left ignored
We feasted on the carcasses of our own children
To cease our hunger, and spare them the inheritance of our greatest sin
We do not mourn the ones which we have slaughtered
But celebrate the mercy of the Lord for having spared us
Acts of the unspeakable no longer spoken of in the village
The ones I have lost still haunt me whilst I sleep
They take their revenge by torturing me in my dreams
They cut away my flesh, and feast on it right before my eyes
As I feel the release of death I suddenly awake
I seek salvation in the Lord to release me from my guilt
The guilt eats away what’s left of my sanity
The only relief is the detachment in my anhedonia
The evil ones find great amusement in the burden they forced us to bear
Their deeds serve as a testament to man’s dismal purpose
The lost souls now wander through the village
Lost in their madness, hearing the voice of the dead
The monsters still mock our tragedy, and rejoice our decay
We were made their scapegoat, and this is the price we have paid
Desolation
My famished body serves as my ruin
Conviction
Ghosts of my loved ones forever haunt these walls
Narcosis
A relief to the nightmare of my great sin
Celebration
My detached conclusion which lets me endure my being
I feel the evil within the scars that I bear
I will not mourn but instead celebrate
I embrace the madness of the wrong I have committed
As It is better to laugh than it is to cry
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Sedation
13:03
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I feel disconnected from the life around me
I’m drawn to the entities fuelling my disintegration
My heart is a void, and my soul is decomposing
I sense death’s presence near but still I am not there
Wandering the streets at night
Endless trail with no end in sight
I persist as it’s my aimless purpose
And sedation is how I carry on
I revel in the cries of endless misery
The ones you always wished to drown out
I’m the one who never really went away
The one you always wished would die
I preach only the words of hate
I only exist to feed your helplessness
I leech off their nefariousness
It feeds my reign of malevolence
I wear my hatred on my face
I’m just here as an aid for deterioration
I drown within the pleasures of narcosis
A prison which I do not care to escape
I watch as lives move on around me
Whilst I slowly become a feast for maggots
In my pessimistic devotion I have power
That’s why I’m the master of my fate
I am the song of self-destruction
I infest the world with my ugliness
I can’t stand
What I see
I’ve been climbing down
Far too long
My reflection
Stares back at me
Lifeless gaze
But it isn’t mine
My only penchant
Delusions of grandeur
Outside my daze
I die with my omnipotence
I cannot fathom
Finding a better way
I’m always on top
If I stay in rock bottom
I sought a grand escape by mocking the axiom
In my insignificance I find comfort, this is where I’m free
This is the coffin, the great monument, in which I shut myself in
Buried alive, trapped between distaste and desire, without the need for air to breathe
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Statement of Contempt
12:24
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I delight in the earth’s entropy
I revel in humanity’s wounds
The only love in me, is for all that which is wrong
And whatever I may not be, I look identical to you
They slither inside their allusion
I see inside their souls, never-ending confusion
A death inside their dreaming
The torment which lies within my eyes
Stale ark of mass herd delusion
A masquerade of existence outside man’s hubris
Pages of psychographic disdain desecrate these walls
These memories are not my own, and the flesh is a distraction
The illusion of the self, draws closer to the pandemonium
The soul only driven by biological purpose
A hymn for the melancholic drawn to the illusion of long view
The barathrum deepens due to the search for the great truth
Wicked torture
A map of experience
Seething hatred
Of your denial
Malign construction
A dream that’s endless
Feel the pleasure
Inside the agony
Excruciation
The torment brings joy
I find contentment
Within my anguish
The prison of the skin
I wear the marks of shame
My body mutilated
My form forever a foreign object
I am no more than sentient meat
A form in the distant process
Of endless decomposition
I seek growth in oblivion
Funereal contamination of decades
In obligatory due revenge of woe
Kilter forces from parallels unknown
Congregate as if blighted
No escape from the ageless
Here lies only their torment
I only wish to see it before I die
They rejoice my final plight
The only remnants are timeless
A gleam for the offering of years passed
I cannot hide anymore from my destiny
I hear the call of my purpose
I see nothing but life
I seek nothing but ends
The only need is for an escape
From this baleful experience
No apocalypse
Nor a grand conclusion
All that which awaits us
Is never-ending existence
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I am strangled by the nauseating nature of being
I’m but an organism, obeying the will of the species
The mask of love and self is no more, than a benighted illusion
I shalt commit every sin but that of reciprocation
The path is unclear, and I do not know where it is leading
Trapped within the flame of my bizarre, anhedonic yearning
I see through the lies I believe, to save me from disarray
The answers I find lead only to further despair
The beautiful sky blesses this ugly old earth
Mythical constructs only met by amansing
The vengeance of disease maladapted by futile interpretation
The fulfilment in dreams will spare my needs of alimentation
The baneful old window holds the ugliest secrets
Mystifying disasters create anathema betwixt trepidation
The horror of the environment is all that brings me back to lucidity
Useless understanding of nature through anthropomorphism
Nothing but death haunts the walls of my mind’s eye
I see the aurora rising to astoundingly flounder
Fleeting moments of beauty amend my despondence
Strange musings of icy twilight transfix our rejoice
The dawn of day which is nearing
Wistful assertations of my dreaming
The time I have paid in, to this infliction
I hold no purpose only a myriad of reasons
The trial, I need now. Burning of the treason
Scars that hold my fears, confliction in the access
Malicious resurrection, a gleam corrupts the timeline
And now, my affliction draws down the wicked
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The purification ritual
The shroud of my soul only hides so much wrong
I made the choice, and now I gift you with my blood
Maleficium of my soul, the void awaits my offering
A flaw in my design, I seek medicine to aid my melancholy
I purify, to rid myself of this contorting sickness
No limb of my body will be left un-scarified
To be healed of this affliction, I must exacerbate my sins
The evil I committed, when I came into existence
The monument I worship, I hear their voice clearly now
They seek revenge on the species, and I am a toy for their vengeance
The wrath I unleashed on my body, will see to my future in glory
I am forever under their servitude, and my scars are a sign of my witness
I vow servitude to thee, as the ungodly outsider
The pain becomes pleasure when it’s inflicted to serve thee
In my worship I’m rescued from the outer world’s subjugation
The freedom of thrall to the deity, which further corrupts my spirit
My eyes burn from the fireless smoke, in my perseverance
My flesh is charred from the smokeless fire, of my surrender
In the void of my mind I find answers, to my lifelong search
I fill the chalice with vomit, to satisfy my Lord’s bloodlust
My offerings create a great shrine, to end my existence in
I am just an imperfect form, that requires purification
The morbid putrefaction I see within myself, cures me of disease
I can’t be the one who is saved, as my purpose is to serve evil
I hear my distant master’s calling
To whom I submit and whose commands I obey
Their existence remains unprovable
But to me their presence feels so clear
I begin the unholy solitary mass, in which I sense their manifestation
The demon which entices me, to partake in unearthly delights
My conquest of hatred towards what I see, will soon come to an end
My soul journey will be over once I leave this wretched realm
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6. |
Malign Resurrection
06:35
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This torment ends with my mutilation, in decaying flesh
The divine purpose found in destruction, allows me to mutate
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7. |
Doppelgänger
08:30
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I hear my voice, somewhere in the distance
My hands belong to someone else
And these thoughts are not my own
I am no more than a copy, without an original
I hide from survival, outside of time
The choices I made were never within my control
My imposter lives my life for me
I wander these wards as a passive observer
I seek nothing, I wait for no one
Consciousness as a series, of normative judgements
My copy, the demon who calls me to sin
Outbreak of evil masquerading as me
A bloodless body
One with the unseen
A force outside of reality
Seamless and replaceable
Turmoil from maleficium, committed outside of me
Cowardly reparations yoke me, in my catatonia
A wretched curse
Or is it madness?
It doesn’t matter
It all ends the same
I blend with the crowds, safety in entrapment
But I stand alone, suffocating in nothingness
The world is my graveyard, and other lives are my tomb
I am a tourist within my own existence
Never in my wildest dreams, could I have imagined how much grandiosity there was to be found, in my ostracism
Impartial in my observations, I viewed the world with a clinical gaze. I interpreted the information cynically to reach the big picture
As soon as I thought I was nearing the conclusion, I would see my doppelgänger leering mockingly, straight back at me
I hope this letter finds you well, and serves its purpose by informing you of my situation, and as to why I have done the deed
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Benighted Illusion Port Talbot, UK
Lucid torture perpetuated by celestial forces
My other projects:
grimtormentor.bandcamp.com
benzorii.bandcamp.com
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