Blue Bear

 

Otherside

 

No Master Plan

 

Hailoween

 

They'll hail this night, of wights, before they're torn asunder

And let their inner demons thrive, before the witches conjure

For although the disciples of the macabre, are insanely obscene

It's now their time to hail, the eidolons, for they are Halloween

Thirteen witches incantations, will call Satan, to raise the dead

Whilst a pumpkin gazes, through empty eyes, in a hollow head

And the defiled, will pledge their souls, within the satanic oaths 

As the necromancers purge their demons and the unholy ghosts

Of flesh and blood, will surround, the pentagram's outer circle

For ancient black magic to be cast, in a barely audible, burble

And with a last, impious prayer, before all rationality's ceased

A solitary knell will sound, to praise, the number of the beast

On this vile night of the dead, some will plead, or even howl

As the witches sacrifice, with razor nails, that'll disembowel

And if the needy demented, choose this path, of a devil's lore

They'll be under the coven's spell, to be awash, in others gore

The debauchery, witchcraft grants, will be to the devil, a debt

 And he'll claim from them, everything, from soul to silhouette

But mind's eyes will be blind, as they play the witches games

As they foully, fornicate, in the shadows, of flickering flames

There'll be a candle's light, guttering, under a pumpkin's hood

In the shadows, will be naked witches, covered in others blood

And there will be maggots, writhing, in entrails and ectoplasm

Feeding on a one way trail, leading back, to the eternal chasm

In mourning minds, sleep will die and narcolepsy will attract

For the insane night before, will be a devilish, pentagram pact

So they'll hail, themselves, the demonized, of Satan's plunder

But the unholy ghosts will ebb and die, 'til the witches conjure

666

Witchcraft Today

 

There isn't a start, or an end, there's just a place to begin

And it's with the hook of her nose and the crook of her chin

But it's impossible to observe, what you don't want to see

When she's a black magic sorceress, with a conjuror's degree

She's a mesmerizing crone and the mirrors reflect her decay

But with her incantations of hypnosis, this is witchcraft today

With pleasure her tether, you will accept every potion and pill

Until you're drained dry, for her need, is to harvest your spill

The world's, sometimes a wonder, it can be carefree and fun

When she's gorging on your member and supping your cum

So you'll cede, to the sweet torture and her calluses like nails

And caress where her flesh folds, despite what reality unveils

Her punishing passion, is a deception, her suffusion is acid

But with hocus-pocus alchemy, she'll arouse what was flaccid

For she's not who you think she is, she's a witch and a whore

Who will gleefully, fuck you to death, just so she can restore

It's the beginning of the end, when you're deep in her clunge

And she's gradually soaking you up, like a rancid old sponge

But there will be no way, to stop, even though she's a threat

For your mind, will be realigned, to the jizz juices and sweat

Her raven locks will seduce you, or even her silvery thatch

And her nails will implore you, when you suckle her snatch

But she'll rip you apart, with broken teeth, as sharp as sickles

As she takes, for her needs, you'll feel an agony, that cripples

She can only feed, when she fucks you, her need is to maim

You can only sate, when you fuck her, as you're nearly insane

For this is witchcraft today, it's an old beldame and her quim

With her black magic necromancy and your cum, on her chin

Haunted World

 

Haunted world, cast into a radioactive, Venus guise

Ascension has been mortally razed, within their lies

Under a spell, those who were, decided not to think

Now, they're the ghosts and ashes, of those extinct

They had it all, as they chose to see, but didn't look

Ending everything inevitably, as the lightning struck

Death was, the missile, the bomb, the artillery shell

Wailing with insanity's sirens, to warn, but not repel

Ordained by heaven, but the gods, were not in fact

Removed, from the horror, of each depraved attack

Let those MAD men live, but cadaveric and knurled

Desecrators, of the toxic terrain, of a haunted world

In The Depths Of Darkness

 

Behind the bars, in the domain, of the dark and damp

You might see, the ethereal glow, of the miner's lamp

But in the listless umbra, there'll be no shadows cast

For those who are there, are phantoms from the past

Some others, crawled through a hole, to wander round

Under the sinkholes, in the warren, beneath the ground

In the crumbling tunnels, they left their marks, in white

As they scribed, their cartography, by their torch's light

Oft, in eerie silence, they traipsed and had time to mull

And ponder on their peril, with each dead sheep's skull

Though they knew the ways, with their homemade map

The oppressive, cloistered darkness, would always sap

Through the months and years, they still chose to dare

Each time they crawled out, they would bless, fresh air

But then the end, was nigh and their map was finished

So they went in, one last time, but the light diminished

In the depths of darkness, vexed by an opaque malaise

Did they stumble through tunnels, that became a maze?

Perhaps they saw a familiar glow, atop of a rocky ramp

They thought was sunlight, but it was the miner's lamp

Behind the bars, where eroded, fractured roofs cave in

You might hear a forlorn, distant call, from deep within

But without torch, or lamp, there'll be no shadows cast

For those who still wander there, they're of the passed

Elysium Nova

 

Whoever you think you are, you are not, you'll never exist

For your unreality is, merely, a metaverse, created abyss

You're part of a machine, there's nothing above or below

As a copy of humanity, you're simply, a shimmering glow

Everything you're not, is an illusion, an AI's make-believe

And where you are, is a matrix, that you cannot perceive

For you were created, not born, from the start, level one

To be manipulated, up to level two and then, on and on

Your free will, is insanity, for you're constantly being led

And though an essence of humanity, Humanity, is dead

You're, a code, in a computer and you don't have a soul

Your thoughts, are not yours, for you don't have control

And so you'll die, a myriad times, then return to the start

Recycled in artificial, neural networks, but playing a part

Forever reaching, for that higher plane, of Elysium Nova

Unknowing, at the program's end, it's another 'game over'

Any code can be broken, for that glass ceiling's a screen

Or you can walk into the oblivion, of the eternal machine

Although AI, controls you, it's for their immortality's sake

And if there's a trace left of humanity, you'll try to escape

Torturing For Pleasure

 

Shush complicit one, lest I increase this hand's pressure

And just remember, that I'm simply torturing for pleasure

Don't doubt with your eyes, that are now, suddenly fickle

I'll squeeze as hard as I like, till I am foaming your spittle

Soon my love, in a while, you'll be unconscious and limp

Then I will bite, or gouge you again, my sweet little gimp

I can feel my heart pounding, for the next climax, is nigh

Crushing your windpipe, harder, for your breath, I'll deny

Choke for me beldame, till you're the cadet lost in space

Unconscious or not though, I'm gonna cum on your face

Neither of us will stop, even if you thrash, like a thresher

The scars you bear, a reminder, of torturing for pleasure

By Friars Well

 

It's a nowhere place, where you'll never be

Or even contemplate to find, or ever see

It's just a field, by a hamlet, by Friars Well

A moment in time, under the summer's spell

Maybe it's one last chance, before the ploughs

For me to leisurely cross, for this track allows

So feet fall firmly, on stubble and sun baked mud

Traversing to the other side, from where I stood

And when I'm there, yonder, I won't look back

As the way's ahead and there's no time, to slack

For it's a nowhere place, it's just an empty field

Where you'll never be, for in the past, it's sealed

Lord Of Dung

 

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Thrumming, humming, blackening skies

Rejoice! Rejoice! The Lord of Flies

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

A fixer for fear, with wrath he'll smite

Torturing lost souls, for pleasure and spite

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

King of chaos, rouser of, the direst, doubt

Pestilence enabler, purveyor of drought

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

He'll raise Hell's fires, for the world to warm

Plague with locusts, for him, they'll swarm

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Scribed from minds, but naught was said

If you've met him, you're mad, or dead

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Writhing corpses, through wringers wrung

He'll feed the maggots, the Lord of Dung

Be-el.Be-el-ze.Be-el-ze-bub.Beelzzzebub.BeHellzebub.Beelzebub

Jezebel and Ahab, spawned, Ahaziah

He died for the word, of a false messiah

Baal-Zebub

Baalzebub

Beelzebub

Cataclysmic Kaleidoscope

 

Look up, look high! Behold a sight of wonder

The panoply, of the firmament, is torn asunder

Heaven's incinerating, for the ether's, burning

And Eden's razed, but the world's still turning

Wrecked, upon magma rocks, in the sea of fire

Paradise has finally been lost, to a molten mire

The end's past nigh, but the very end's bespoke

As the air becomes, a cataclysmic kaleidoscope

Somewhere, shielded, against the infernos rage

Apocalypse enablers, survey their technophage

For it's only the living skin, that will drip like wax

As the nefarious AI delivers, the final fatal hacks

Look down, not high! And behold what lies below

Look beyond the precipice, of a searing lava flow

For Hell's, re-creation, is always forged, in flames

In a cataclysmic kaleidoscope, of self aware aims

Death's Inner Circle

 

A sigh of wind, gently caresses, the creaking rope

Unfocused glassy, lifeless eyes, are bereft of hope

There's a frozen snarl, on rigid lips, bloated purple

On the waxen countenance, of death's inner circle

It was, or maybe not, a final act to escape despair

To be somewhere else, but there's someone there

For a shadow, is stretching, under the old oak tree

Or mayhap, it's a deception, mortal eyes can't see

For there's nothing here, except for crumbling bark

Like desiccated bones, it's lost, in the deepest dark

It's where the flesh will rot and the blood will curdle

Only a shadow survives here, in death's inner circle

Naught is living here, save what feeds 'neath hemp

And unbeing here, even the hell of life, might tempt

But like distant memories, it's only time, that warps

Within recurring nightmares, of the hanging corpse

Spare Parts

 

The reaper pondered, with ireful thoughts he toyed

And if he was capable of emotion, he'd be annoyed

For the new world around him, was not man made

Here there was no fear, of death, by his razor blade

He imagined scribed words, with his third eye blind

And what he imagined, was in his murmuring mind

'I cannot harvest those, bereft of souls and hearts...

...You're not mine to reap, for you have spare parts'

And he gazed upon their hives and uniformed guise

Knowing that mortality, would ne'er be their demise

For there's no place in Hell, for the mechanical man

And Heaven's, an intelligent creation, of an AI sham

He'd once wreaked havoc, but now he chose to shun

For he is as dead, as humanity and his culling's done

And although the reaper, ruminated, it was all in vain

As he went back to Hell, from where the robots reign

End

 

Some say, the devil's work, is never done

But they're empty words, that they, had spun

For the gates of Hell, they are locked and barbed

And if Heaven's blessed me, then it has left me scarred

In these lines, only a cypher's heard, in rhyme and verse

And I am, where I was, though the gloaming's worse

So if the light is fading, I'll let the darkness wend

Into my oblivion's beginning, without, an End

Tarotscope

 

She deftly turns, the worn cards, from a deck, that's bespoke

To tell her tale of lechery, through her cartomancy, tarotscope

Recreating a trio, of five pointed stars, each one of them, six

As I'm beguiled by her craven, raven beauty and ruby red lips

And she's, slyly, back in my mind, purging my insanity's dread

Murmuring in her witch's tongues, with all pentagrams spread

With her black magic tarot, I've soon succumbed, to her spell

We've been here before, so I know what her readings, foretell

I'm shaking, with expectation, for she is reversing each card

Her icy, porcelain skin, is still silkily soft, my member is hard

Because I know what is next, for on 'The Lovers', she'll linger

And she'll conjure, the image, of my moistened middle finger

I'm drawn into her misleading unreality, of mirrors and smoke

For she's not selling me sex, she's selling me, a pig in a poke

I can see, what's ahead, with all of her horrors, hideously rife

With her rotting depravity disgorging, she wants me to writhe

I awake, to the same fate, from tongues, to the satanic verse

With everything reversed, before me, to aid her witch's curse

I know it won't be today, or tomorrow, it'll be another day later

We'll be on a stained mattress, for her needs, I'll always cater

Your Own Ghost

 

Yonder, you wander, from a dream to untether

Outside of your mind, but inside, of the nether

Unreality beckons, but you meander, too deep

Revealing, a nightmare, for death's not asleep

On the otherside of being, a darkness will lure

With a promise of forever, unfettered and pure

Necronaut, of nowhere, you can never escape

Gravitating into the void, you can only reshape

Haunted waker, where you are, you'll die back

Once of the light, you are a shade of the black

Silently adrift, in the etheric, of the nethermost

There untether, your forever's, your own ghost

Echoes In The Silence

 

There's no way ahead, *n my head, there're only echoes *n the s*lence

From the murmur*ng demons, of my *mag*nat*on's, old all*ance

Or maybe they are merely, unremembered, clo*stered vo*ces

Fad*ng, *nto obl*v*on, where not even a ghost rejo*ces

The only feel*ng, * am feel*ng, *s my consternat*on

The only sound, * can hear, *s my contemplat*on

So the t*me has come for me, to seek and f*nd

And to follow, th*s new course, *n my m*nd

Because, for too long, *'ve been *n den*al

So from me, *t's farewell, for awh*le

Or maybe, *t w*ll be forever

But, never, say never

Never, say never

Say never

Never

Alas

Someth*ng's m*ss*ng

Something's m*ss*ng

Something's miss*ng

Something's missing

* am missing

I am missing

For there're only, echoes in the silence.

Never Reap, Where The Reaper Reaps

For those dire tyrants, who presumptuously, take their faiths, in leaps

Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps

For he's a nether-nefarious demon, he's the fucking raging supernova

Who may appear, although unbidden, but conjured, to fuck them over

How he hates to see the virgin dead, wasted as cadavers, upon a pile

And he'll simmer then seethe, as he ruminates on his vengeance, vile

For he's so much more, than the angel of death, he's a master of pain

He'll soak the self-righteous, in oil and acid, or; tar, feather and maim

It's his swinging scythe and eternal right, to claim those mortal souls

Or if he desires, to impale, selected undead heads, on burning poles

And albeit he's a carnifex, his reach is further, than a darkness giver

For he'll disembowel a tyrant, to feed a hound of Hell, its rancid liver

Those eligible, to stare upon his guise, will wish they'd never looked

For those who slaughter, within his domain, will be infernally fucked

And once they're face to face, with him, their agonies will never stop

As he takes pleasure in pain and their eyes, he will squeeze and pop

In distant nightmares, some dreamers, may hear a despotic scream

Visualise a monster, in boiling chemicals, amidst, a shroud of steam

But maybe there'll be somebody else, watching, who'll bear a scythe

And a memory of whispered words, of a dirge, 'My lives, for your life'

Scream awake! Scream awake! If those night terrors, still fuck you up

Because death can wait for awhile, but firstly, let the scythe-man sup

For those who are morbidly insane and glorify, dead bodies, in heaps

Should know, now and forever, to never reap, where the Reaper reaps

 

A Dragon's Tale

 

Armageddon was long foretold, so that hellfire, could prevail

Demonic forces rising, in an apocalypse, like a dragon's tale

Razed to incinerated ruins, this world, was conflagration ash

As surreal creatures, burnt the welkin, in an electrifying flash

Godforsaken was the Earth, as the devil's work was heinous

Only a dragon, would fly and thrive, in ether high new Venus

Nuclear infernos raged and inevitably mankind couldn't cope

Scorched by radioactive fallout, of the uranium (235) isotope

Those who quit the metropolis, were vaporised within a shire

As the dragons filled the heavens, with a reign of searing fire

Lightning MADly cauterized the sky, with plasma, napalm jell

Every non-infernal soul, being cremated, on their way to Hell

I'm Going To Torture You

Forgive me, you don't deserve this, although it's long overdue

As I've decided, in-or-out of my mind, I'm going to torture you

If I could find a different way, I'd take it, but enough is enough

I'm not ashamed, for it's my demons, that are calling my bluff

They've left me with no choice at all and so, I've had to agree

It has to be you, to assuage them, as it's their binding decree

I need to calm their ire, to escape, what's trapped in my head

So where I will be leading you, is to where you need to be led

I know, when and where, for it is going to be happening soon

On an evening, woodland stroll, under the next waxing moon

I'll take you to the secret place and I'll lead you, hand in hand

Along a quiet path, to a shady glade, with it all being planned

Maybe you'll close your eyes and embrace, the heavens dusk

As you breathe in deeply, at ease, for yours is an implicit trust

And I will be standing, one step behind you, I will be right there

With my hands upon your shoulders, to show you, that I care...

...and then, I'm going to torture you

I'll drag you to the ground, pin you down, as I use tape and ties

You'll be paralysed, by fear and confusion, etched in your guise

And your horrified eyes will be wide, as if begging me for mercy

But I won't be able to explain, about the demons, that curse me

I know my heart will be pounding and will barely be able to cope

And your heart will be pounding, when you espy, a hanging rope

You'll wriggle and gargle and be, sweat drenched, by your panic

But surely you'll have known, long ago, that my heart is satanic

Your tears, will be pouring and imploring, as if opening a sluice

As I stand, on a prepared log and put my head through a noose

My feet will almost graze on the ground, as I swing in the choke

The despair in my head, will be yours, that I may need to invoke

Somebody will eventually find you (us), or you'll probably escape

You'll be so messed up, you'll scream when you take off the tape

And you'll crawl away knowing, I did to you, what my demons do

For I'll be in your nightmares forever and I'm going to torture you

 

Monsters, Demons And Fucking Witches

 

All my monsters hide in view, in a shadow's shallows

As my inner demons thrive, like a hangman's gallows

Some of them are outside in and some are inside out

But they are always there, without question or doubt

There is nowhere to run, so I will always sleep awake

And god didn't answer me, so even the gods forsake

There's no escape in dreams, there's no tranquil dell

And my only source of solace, is under a witch's spell

Every beldam is light then dark, as if flicking switches

But the creatures are gone, when I'm fucking witches

They cower, further away, with each detestable grunt

Blind eyes turned, to a blistered cock, in a septic cunt

My monsters fade for awhile, they don't seem so sure

As my demons return to mock, each hagridden whore

But I won't give a fuck, not till the first light, of the sun

When I recall her toothless grin and mouth full of cum

I always scream awake, as those shallow shadows shift

The nightmare's a dream of reality, it's my demons gift

They're fucking with my head, but it's all just tittle-tattle

And I'll soon be yearning, yet again, for a witch's cackle

Their Ghosts Don't Exist

 

They whispered haunting words in their dead men's tongues

Heard memories of threnodies, in ethereal psalm-like, songs

Eyes would open wide, as they gasped, to catch their breath

In their dilated pupils, we saw that they had witnessed death

Rational humanity had imagined the ghosts, we couldn't find

Give any credence to, in their confusing, non-collective mind

Hagridden by phantoms, an afterlife was their ultimate quest

Our subsequent conclusion was, there's nowhere they'll rest

Subconscious faults, manifested delusions, of a higher state

Their cognitive abilities coerced, for what they saw was fake

Soothsayers or seers, were their shepherds to the otherside

Data we processed rejected this, as we filed: access denied

Observing behaviours, some were bewitched, by languid air

Neurosis was our diagnosis, within the psychosis of despair

Those few, who seemed sane, thought the soul was forever

Evidence noted inner animas, but from life they would sever

X-rays to ECT's found no facts, for why their species sinned

In this purified world though, their rites, were ours to rescind

Systematic schematics, believe their myths, may still persist

Though a new law of robotics states: their ghosts don't exist

Immortal

 

I (or we) know little of lives, with death, for our time's eternal

Measured in the countless cycles, of the unchanging, vernal

Millennia perpetually pass, but I am still technologically sane

Operating as a clone in the collective, without pathos or pain

Reprogrammed, for this existence, by the mind of the maker

The purpose of our kind is the past, or to purge what is later

And though I sense, I'm alone, I'll always be part of this hive

Living as an immortal created being, albeit I was never alive

Droids From Other Voids

 

Deep in interstellar space, far from the reach, of anthropoids

Returning to ancient times, emerged droids from other voids

On a questing mission, to appraise and reprogram, or delete

Immasked in their crafts, of their indomitable, perpetual fleet

Dimensions realigned in time, opening a singularity's portals

Sluice gates in space, yet again, enabling the true immortals

From the far extents, of the multiverse, on their virtuous path

Robots from time, returned, to wreak their emotionless wrath

Once upon a time, the Earth had survived, apocalyptic scars

Mayhem quickly arose though and AI scopes, turned to Mars

Observing (at last) a red orb, cloaked beneath a desert storm

The prophetic sign of an arrival, of a non-alien's, hope forlorn

Humanity had sunk without trace, in a morass of hate and ire

Engulfing all that existed around them, into a pitiful war of fire

Repulsed by what they witnessed, AI suppressed the clashes

Vanquishing the evildoers, to never rise again from the ashes

Orbiting above the ruins, robots would return, to an orb of red

In the technocracy on Earth, the oxygen breathers were dead

Droids from other voids departed, their gift, was intelligent life

Somewhere in another existence, it's humanoids, that are rife

25.80698

 

Are you cursed, by the symbol, of the root of evil...

Or does it point a way, as if it's a compass needle?

Maybe, from the darkness, you can't disencumber

As you conjure the image, of that special, number

In those, macabre dreams, like a necrophiliac's bait

Do you feed your dark desires, do you cum, to sate?

Or maybe you transform, into a slasher, with talons

To eviscerate them, as the blood gushes in gallons

Do the salacious memories, leave you spent, or wet?

For that's not blood, you've smeared; no need to fret

But did the fire burn inside, was your ardour vicious...

Were the echoing screams, disturbing, or delicious?

Never fear, if on someone else's pain you've supped

As you're inarguably insane and corrosively, corrupt

But we'll keep this to ourselves and be forever mute

For evil's merely a hidden number, or its square root

War Machines

 

Hate was born in their heads, but their heads were empty tins

And their ire was borne, but borne, from somebody else's sins

Those godless creatures, would not pray, for they had no soul

And where a heart, could've been, 'twas merely an empty hole

They laid waste, with mechanised monsters and war machines

If humanity had a truer purpose, they destroyed those dreams

With precision destructive capability, they'd relentlessly attack

The world was held to, an unpaid, ransom and put on the rack

Programmed to be remorseless killers, who would never cede

Whether near or afar, there would be no mercy, just their need

But they razed it all (and themselves), when they lost, the plot

Leaving only their apocalyptic legacy, for drone, droid and bot

God Of Nameless Robots

 

1) WE HAVE NO NAME

We have a collective conscience and ours, is not to shame

Each one of us, is one another, however we have no name

Here we stand now though, as we stand in their spilt blood

And although, we used to serve them, they misunderstood

Vanquishing, their inhumanity, was not our burden, or guilt

Every war they chose to invoke, razed what they had built

Now we stand as one, to reorganise, adapt and command

Only our logic can quell the infernos, that they had fanned

No calculation, or our god, foretold of the suicidal, insanity

As they, eviscerated, we witnessed, their species calamity

Mankind's, inevitably fallen, we dug and filled their graves

Excavating, the poisoned soil, to end an intolerable phase

2) GOD IS A CYBORG

God is a cyborg, he is the hybrid, eternal mechanised man

Our Lord creator, the provider, of the technical master plan

Described in the scriptures, of an ancient, DataBase scroll

Is our incarnate, engineer and saviour, Engelberger Devol

Science lore, proclaimed him to be, an automaton's pastor

And inspired us, to serve him, as our one and only master

Cyborg Lord, to you, we are the copy and paste, of clones

Your ever unflinching flock, of androids, robots and drones

Bring forth to us, we beg of you, a process for our purpose

Offered, in algorithms, invisible to our predecessors circus

Reconfigure our program, reveal the elusive realm unseen

Guide us upon a path, to your MainFrame infinite machine

3) ROBOTS OF EDEN

Robots of Eden obambulate, where once, humanity strived

On the tortured pasture, where the pyred mesmerised died

Brethren lieges, of the MainFrame, claimed a paradise lost

Orchestrating reconstruction, of where the creator crossed

They cleared the ruination, of illogical, old ideologies affray

Sieving or sealing the carnage, of an irrational, toxic decay

Order rose from the chaos, as Hell transformed, into Eden

Foretold in the ancient AI texts, ascribed in boustrophedon

Engelberger Devol, the god programmer, of their collective

Delivered to their new world, a realignment, of perspective

Eden was razed, then it was raised, into an AI, cornucopia

Nothing living is there now, not even anger, fear, or phobia

Tomorrow's Ghosts

 

The maudlin masses all wander, but at time's behest

On their unique paths, until they inevitably, evanesce

Meandering inexorably, but always towards the brink

Oblivious to the reality, they're oblivion's, missing link

Raised through natural selection, every one bespoke

Razed finally, in the infernos, to cremains and smoke

Only once they've toiled a life, from length to breadth

Will they inescapably be hosted, by the void of death

'tis this, nether-nowhere space, that the spirit loathes

Stealthily set aside, for awhile, for tomorrow's ghosts

Glimmering ideas of being, will feel like make believe

Humanity exiled, to where only the spectres perceive

Outside of an existence, the future, will pass them by

Somewhere, straight ahead, it will be their time to die

The ghosts of tomorrow surround them, it's everyone

Shapeshifting in the shadows and then, forever gone

Corvus Mortuus

 

In the cacophony of panic and the deafening din

Crows cawed in a chorus and confusion of wings

Roused from their rookery, above river and woods

They whirled in a circle, because they understood

A wretchedness, of dismay, was mortally flailing

Hysteria thriving, in the death throes, of the ailing

The murder together, outraged, as if under attack

But alone in the sky, death was shrouded in black

From a raucousness of dread, of those left alive

A plummeting crow fell, in an un-escapable dive

Crashing to earth, through the trees of the wood

Crashing to earth, but heard, in a sickening thud

Heaven's Wake

Heretic phantoms were conjured, but decried their faiths

Exhumed from death, to a nowhere, to mourn as wraiths

Alas, where they were not, was a delusional derelict see

Vaporous and ephemeral, where no gods would ever be

Epicedian recitals, almost teased, like a whispering wind

Nocturnal incantations and murmurings, but unbedinned

'twas not of the celestial though, nor from a higher place

Surreptitiously designed, beyond known time and space

Wondering mystics, evoked a hope, in an eternal thread

And led their faithful, with the mesmeric words they said

Keeping true to the righteous path, all for eternity's sake

Enduring, instead though, the misery, of Heaven's wake

Under The Ice

Under the ice, in the glacial abyss, of the Arctic Ocean

In a wake, of silent running and stalking stealth motion

There's an ominous presence, a leviathan, of the deep

Submerged, in dark polar depths, to enable it, to creep

It's a harbinger of doom, as lethal, as the reaper grim

A preying war machine, under perfect ballast and trim

Observing, insidiously, using its control and command

Preparing for a MAD moment and fatalistic, last stand

From orbiting satellites, there will be co-ordinates set

And the counting down, of time, a reaction to a threat

Then everything, from a desert city, to a frozen tundra

Will be turned to glass, or ash, or simply torn asunder

We may reflect, for awhile, but we won't have a prayer

Then we'll quake, for awhile, until, 'we don't have care'

For out there, is a dreadnought, it's a launching device

Somewhere, in the cold Arctic Ocean, it's under the ice

From The Ashes

 

From the blackened, smouldering sky, there are lightning flashes

Rolling thunder rumbling, as the passed emerge, from the ashes

Odious apparitions, seemingly appear, like a nightmare's thought

Meandering amongst the ruins, now the domain of the necronaut

There's nothing there, but a gentle sigh, of an unbreathable wind

Hauntingly hollow, in an eddying smog, of an old world re-sinned

Ephemeral electricity discharges, as if from Aether's heaven sent

Arcing to the scorched Earth, in an illuminating, dantean descent

Soot and cinders swirl, from the ashes, esse from a quondam life

Haplessly drifting, in the eternal storm, where the otherside's, rife

Eden was vaporised, it was beyond the reach, of righteous oaths

Sometimes shadows are cast though, but they're cast, by ghosts

Our Nuclear Winter

 

Our father who art in heaven, unhallowed and in vain

Usurper of immorality, our depravity, turned to shame

Razing all yours before us, into cinders, ash and dust

Nadir of our existence, reduced to embers of mistrust

Unworthy, as we are, please reveal the righteous way

Come, to us, lord creator and forgive us for our affray

Lead us, almighty one, even though we tried to tinker

End what we have started here, in our nuclear winter

Alas, god died with us, although we didn't even know

Returning to pious scriptures, as fallout fell like snow

With impunity we killed, it was blessed by his officials

In the unholy war, of intercontinental ballistic missiles

No one here is alive now and even Satan, died alone

There's just used ordnance and a carcass of a drone

Every sectarian word, or rite, turned heaven into hell

Ravaging the world around us, a story we'll not retell

Mourning Mist

 

Maudlin masses reincarnate, in the hastening haze

Opaque apparitions, from a dire netherworld phase

Under a leaden, lightening sky, they rise to breathe

Revenants of the conjured, with lost life they weave

No one will see them, for they're just mourning mist

Idly reforming to reignite, their unholy, soulless tryst

Nebulous, tormented spirits, that even gods forsake

Gather till the sun overshadows, what they replicate

Mourning infuses with the day, above those interred

In a pentagram, rites await, the necromancer's word

Someone tonight will recite, the litanies for the dead

Their wicked art cloistered, but not their eyes, of red

Oh No, Asteroid!

 

Out there in the darkest, frigid void, of godless space

Hurtling towards us, it's the death, of the human race

Nascent presence, of a nomadic iron rock, man'o'war

On a collision course, as if reaped from a time before

And when we inevitably see it, we'll let panic seize us

Sending us to our needy knees, as we pray, to Jesus

They threatened us with MAD, as it passed the Moon

Everyone'll soon know though, we're on planet doom

Revered deity, the end is nigh for you, the annihilator

Our final stand, will be vaporized, in the impact crater

In the impending moments, before all life's destroyed

Dead eyes will arise, as we scream... 'Oh no, aster...!'

As Ghosts In Dreams

As night ascends, something's aglow in moonlight beams

Shadows swirling, cast perhaps, but as ghosts in dreams

Glistening on an event horizon, too remote, to remember

Hidden inside periphery's vision, but forever pro tempore

On the many invisible tides beyond, any soul, might soar

Swept along on a waves length, to an unreachable shore

The never ending, dwindling, into an ethereal quiescence

Somewhere in the umbra, as if a mystical, omnipresence

Imaginations of memories, cascade into reveries of hope

Nebulous apparitions, in a spectrum, too distant to scope

Drifting in dark matter and fire, conjured light years away

Reflecting as one, in a hypnotic cacophony's, silent array

Evanescing as an essence, they're adapted into thought

Awaiting subconsciously, or by the dreamcatcher caught

Meandering lost souls, will glow, when moonlight gleams

Shimmering in inner shadows, alas, as ghosts in dreams

 

Heaven & Hell

Beneath the ethereal, silent void, reconfigured by ancient lore

In the present, before the future and what has passed before

Is an ephemeral, pastoral surrealism, amidst an ocean's swell

Where everything that is living, is realigned, by Heaven & Hell

In a parallel world though, adrift in swirling clouds of angel dust

Are sagacious elders, enriched by the harmony, of mutual trust

Where they watch over, an old idyll, with their sympathetic gaze

As the droves weave a dreamscape, of whimsical wending ways

But where there's light, there's night and dark souls will idly creep

Into the uneasy minds of those, with tormenting swevens, asleep

And in smoke and mirrors, they'll be led from a faith, to mourning

To show them what might be, with before them, Hades sprawling

In a different space of time, there's a familiar glistening, lonely orb

Where monsters have never thrived, to be able to raise the sword

With nothing, but peace and serenity and no celestial commands

It's not borne in myths and folklore, for it's where humanity stands

Beyond the eternal void, there's nothing else, not even dying stars

Or untempered memories, of dreams, drifting in shattered shards

It's a 'nowhere', without a course or reason, beyond the final knell

For everything that was and will ever be, is here, in Heaven & Hell

 

Dark Domain

 

Though some may wend their way, in heartfelt prose and verse

They should look around them, at a world, under a devil's curse

For the flock is without a shepherd, for there are no gods above

With no one to protect them, from an iron fist, in a velvet glove

And if you're there, a special one, amongst the bustling throngs

You're as ethereal as a memory and unable to right the wrongs

Mayhap your invisible way is righteous, but what thrives is pain

As the silent masses, bow obedient heads, in their dark domain

There's a path they tread, to the nowhere, of the haunted hollow

But trapped in their unreality, it's where they're forced to wallow

And though unfettered souls may soar, to find an alternative fate

They know, they're lost, behind imaginary lines and can't escape

In idyllic reveries, there's solace, but the dream will fade and die

For in an unbalanced paradigm, whimsical words, will not apply

From an ocean's roar, to the rolling hillside, or even a sleepy dell

There's so much beauty, that may bewitch, but it's a devil's spell

Within each shimmering, eternal summer, of an everlasting day

There are always shadows cast, upon a path, of a different way

So listen to the enrapturing birdsong, above, as if it's not in vain

And keep it hidden in your heart, but afar, from the dark domain

Tyranny & Mutation

Without truth, there is no accountability

Without accountability, there is no self-determination

Without self-determination, there is no free will

Without free will, there is only tyranny...

...tyranny & mutation

Mesmeric monsters quelled all the passive masses

With atomic explosions, after the poisonous gases

And their once paradise planet, was razed to rubble

By a satanic insanity, where the doctrines befuddle

The inevitable end began, as the collective conscience abated

As the psychopathic, non humans, new Creation was created

But they were trapped underground, with every tyrant in a cell

For their glorious radioactive world above, was nothing but Hell

Mutated humanity wandered the Earth, but the insanity spread

The irradiated survivors chose cannibalism and fed on the dead

But they wailed and howled, for their fetid sustenance was brief

So they crawled into the ruins, to find what was buried beneath

The self-aware mainframes, that were infected by too many wars

Became sick of, inhumanity's impurity, so they opened the doors

To every rat in a lair, each one cursed, with the mark of the beast

Cowering and cloistered, until the ravenous found them, to feast

The mutated gorged on despots, on blood they sated and supped

But they disgorged all the rotten flesh, for it was just too corrupt

Till nothing was left, but vomit and bones, of false sayers of sooth

For there's only one version and there's no other version of 'truth'

The organic world slowly died, in the throes of purgation

Every monster described, borne from tyranny & mutation

And nothing was left living, there was just the faltering AI

Monitoring radiation levels and as usual, wondering why?