Poetry of the Death Poison
An evil omen in the north winds, give us a vision tonight of fullmoon. Inmaculate my soul in a pure mystery where only some will see, blessed will be damn we are walking between graves. A very dense fog mortifers smells, my denses dark pain, anguish and misery. From this humidity spirits, tonight spit your miserable grunts. The festiby is very close now they will bu much stronger arcontes!!!! They walk among the living to steal their hopes and keep enlarging their nephastic cthonic kingdoms, taking away the innonence, taking the horror, taking away despair, taking the soul bells ring from the beautiful kingdom of death. Announces his arrival cold hatred, the pain they will talk with sweet agony indestructible hearts. Today corrupted for the bloody wrath, the towers of chaos, take the acausal plain to expand the kingdom of the void. Sending from his sacrifice, madness will be the final way!!!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
In a hazy fog, the flesh was my chain where it only brought despair only pain I just hate for this prison, I cursed this world with my dagger and my blood. Where I just preferred to walk into oblivion, gray and desolate on the way to emptiness. Where there is no place, only darkness and just being able to see with the internal flame there are no more ways in this world full of lies. Illusory lies, arming the painful way for this feeling. Inside chaotic and destructive of the damn blessing of the ironic life, how far will he lift us with him art of suffering? The unclean spirits they guide us with their sweet murmurs with a beautiful suicidal omen, filled with sweet agony… Let’s go!!!!! Let’s walk together !!!!! Towards pan-dimensional eternity.
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
On this moonless night I ask you to come to this altar and bless these charms, this knife, this pentagram and this chalice. Let them be my eternal connection with dragons who reign on the other side. Where god doesn’t exist, where only eternal destruction exists and the empty infinity, the infinite anger of your glory, may these candles open the acausal portal that this blood that is spilling, Strengthen my connection with your hate, Azerate is your name and on this crazy night I am the one who through these eleven portals. Black fire I call you to this temple of death and return to the womb. I speak from my internal fire, from my black fire!
Submitted by Immortal — Aug 14, 2026
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