Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Feb 24, 2013 23:38:19 GMT 1
( A little ode to Lovecraft. For Cthullu is awesome and my muse just went with it. Hey if Chantress can do it...)
THE TRUTH SAYER
There is a hell, for I have seen it.
I have seen it in the hearts of men, in their actions, in their devices, their spawn. The brought chaos in the once peaceful oblivion. They brought their struggles, their wars, their revolutions, their trains and machines and things not found in nature.
Mankind is a doomed race. Not even those noble few can withhold it’s destruction. Deep down we are all animals, caring only for our own survival.
Hunt, kill, eat, rinse and repeat. Even the act of reproduction has been nullified as something to use and abuse.
We sit in our houses, watching poison that makes the brain rot, thinking our opinions give a damn. Having possessions we do not need, bringing the end of this world closer second by second and just eating, and eating and eating.
We do not deserve to be alive, we do not deserve our status as this planet’s dominant species.It is a madness i cannot describe.
When I tried to explain, they threw me in shackles and tried to silence me with medication and mouth masks, like i was a rabid dog. I have no mouth, and yet I must scream.
He knows it...as he is waiting, sleeping, dreaming. The world is coming to an end, it’s only the matter of when.
He will raise from the ocean floor, bringing his ancient curse to the shore after thousands, if not millions of years. The joy of history is knowing one series of events will be repeated. Rebellion, War, Peace, rinse and repeat, an endless waltz among many others, more dances, more dark rituals.
I can see it now. Fires, purging fire, people screaming, shouting, crying. I see people, young and old, rich and poor, even the pregnant get devoured by monsters of nightmare.
Blood fills the streets as limbs and organs get thrown around as a macabre scene of a festival. It is branded in my brain and no amount of found memories or alcohol can overwhelm that sense of horror, of madness if just for a moment.
We will try to fight, delving into our primitive mind...but our survival instinct is nothing compared to his blind hate. He is the primal mind, but retains the wisdom of the ancients. He knows...but does not seek salvation.He wishes tabula rasa.
I can hear the chants of seers, right before they to are devoured.
Shamans from faraway tribes, cultists in our own cities, people you call friend who secretely plan to end us. They all speak the same language.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming!
The warden knocks on my door as the vision dissipates, I curse him in a dozen languages as he brings my daily portion of poison in. He and two others hold me down as they force feed me today’s mashed potatoes and pork.
I can choke myself when I want to, but I choose not to. Is it my primitive monkey brain clutching on to survive as long as I can? Is it because the lord of dreaming has a special punishment for me? For having stopped one circle from channeling their dark rituals from that abbatoir of slaughtered children? One out of a thousand circles? One that cast me into madness and awa from my friends and family?
Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss.
I killed yes. I killed them. I killed my wife, my daughter with my own hands. I gave them a peaceful death, they died in their sleep. It was the kindest thing i could do. The end is nigh.
I have watched into the Abyss, and I gazed into it only for a moment to know it would consume us all.
But no-one believes me, they kill me mad and a murderer. and now I sit here in my cell, and wait for the end to come.
THE TRUTH SAYER
There is a hell, for I have seen it.
I have seen it in the hearts of men, in their actions, in their devices, their spawn. The brought chaos in the once peaceful oblivion. They brought their struggles, their wars, their revolutions, their trains and machines and things not found in nature.
Mankind is a doomed race. Not even those noble few can withhold it’s destruction. Deep down we are all animals, caring only for our own survival.
Hunt, kill, eat, rinse and repeat. Even the act of reproduction has been nullified as something to use and abuse.
We sit in our houses, watching poison that makes the brain rot, thinking our opinions give a damn. Having possessions we do not need, bringing the end of this world closer second by second and just eating, and eating and eating.
We do not deserve to be alive, we do not deserve our status as this planet’s dominant species.It is a madness i cannot describe.
When I tried to explain, they threw me in shackles and tried to silence me with medication and mouth masks, like i was a rabid dog. I have no mouth, and yet I must scream.
He knows it...as he is waiting, sleeping, dreaming. The world is coming to an end, it’s only the matter of when.
He will raise from the ocean floor, bringing his ancient curse to the shore after thousands, if not millions of years. The joy of history is knowing one series of events will be repeated. Rebellion, War, Peace, rinse and repeat, an endless waltz among many others, more dances, more dark rituals.
I can see it now. Fires, purging fire, people screaming, shouting, crying. I see people, young and old, rich and poor, even the pregnant get devoured by monsters of nightmare.
Blood fills the streets as limbs and organs get thrown around as a macabre scene of a festival. It is branded in my brain and no amount of found memories or alcohol can overwhelm that sense of horror, of madness if just for a moment.
We will try to fight, delving into our primitive mind...but our survival instinct is nothing compared to his blind hate. He is the primal mind, but retains the wisdom of the ancients. He knows...but does not seek salvation.He wishes tabula rasa.
I can hear the chants of seers, right before they to are devoured.
Shamans from faraway tribes, cultists in our own cities, people you call friend who secretely plan to end us. They all speak the same language.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming!
The warden knocks on my door as the vision dissipates, I curse him in a dozen languages as he brings my daily portion of poison in. He and two others hold me down as they force feed me today’s mashed potatoes and pork.
I can choke myself when I want to, but I choose not to. Is it my primitive monkey brain clutching on to survive as long as I can? Is it because the lord of dreaming has a special punishment for me? For having stopped one circle from channeling their dark rituals from that abbatoir of slaughtered children? One out of a thousand circles? One that cast me into madness and awa from my friends and family?
Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss.
I killed yes. I killed them. I killed my wife, my daughter with my own hands. I gave them a peaceful death, they died in their sleep. It was the kindest thing i could do. The end is nigh.
I have watched into the Abyss, and I gazed into it only for a moment to know it would consume us all.
But no-one believes me, they kill me mad and a murderer. and now I sit here in my cell, and wait for the end to come.