Composer of Fear.
Painter of cadavers.
Sculptor of the formless.
Philosopher of madness.
Poet of the fractured mind.
Weaver of dread .
Change everything .
Save nothing .
In the name of good ,
ink a pact with the devil .
Under the banner of dawn ,
laud the dusk !
Sower of terror.
Prophet of chaos .
Evangelist terminator .
Minion of the pest .
Hail to you, O plague !
Dreamer of fire.
killer mother .
womb of steel .
Angel of the final harvest .
Divine compost .
Omen !
The book of darkness will reveal
the alchemy of the blank page .
Listen to the grotesque lament of the eons !
The voice distorts its own echo .
The deaf refuses to see .
the blind becomes mute .
Fool crowned king !
Here,I am, in the seasons of my dementia.
Horrified crowd fleeing the celestial oracle,
do not touch me with your surgical hands ,
y'all ,who exude the faecal whisper of the times !
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
This sounded like some boss' and teachers that I have had in the past. It is an astounding list of epitaphs that ring in the ear like curses. Well done my friend a fave
That's the voice of the oracle (Me ,in all humility ...)
The orifice of the oracle offers officious oblations
Finally I feel understood !
A dark poem about a time that has lost its moral compass.
The compass spins in the dolldrums...
A screaming darkness abounds
all the autumn charm inspired by Halloween !
a fine piece
I’d come looking for horror, Lorenz...then find myself recognizing people I’ve heard promising a better world. That bothers me considerably more than the cadavers. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A humorous look at the cadavers of our time ...
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