I write about the violence of silence
dissident forces ,the conspiracy .
With the flash of dagger's blade
and the mad dog's fury ...
I long for this bipolar incandescence .
I hope for this barbarian island
swept by erratic stone winds ...
Wound of unfulfilled desire
beyond carnal boundaries
and criminal impulses...
In letters of night and mist
I draw on the walls
of sleeping cities
the word that emerges
from the guts of chaos
unleashing the anger of the Titans !
You ! Father of false believers ,
ungodly sheeps and poor thieves !
Your dress will be torn off ,
and naked on the main square ,
you will run amid jeers ,
taunts and spittles !
The demented feasting
at the holy table
with the creatures of midnight ,
sharing the indecent chalice .
Knee down and blaspheme
in the tongue of Babel !
emptiness is the sepulchre of times,
Holy is thy name great sulphurous !
Led your people to the dark crematoria
where crops flourish on mass grave...
I would go back into that bottomless pit,
meditating on the beauty of bonfires .
The name of the gods errased
from the amnesia of the memory .
My chains finally broken ,
I will throw myself into the sacred fire...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: August 26th, 2025 10:30
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Dark and death oriented this poem speaks from the shadows. A religion of a sort. Well spoken
A mix twilight of gods under a neo - punk style !
Now that is quite a mix
The poem is close to the spirit of prophetic poetry and full of apocalyptic energy. A black mass, where echoes of Nietzsche and Artaud can be heard.
You must possess this chaotic force within you to make the stars dance to the symphony of the cosmic void .
The text sounds like a clap of thunder breaking into the darkness, or like a strange, dark song of liberation.
Darkly mesmerizing.
A liberating imprecation !
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