The Rotted Plinth of Sachiel
The rotted plinth of Sachiel He cursed us with the dissatisfaction of being A dead, decaying beauty Ravaged for our lack of faith A rotten-ridden mantle of flesh that leaves you null Distorted by dysphoria Crushed by leagues of empty Belittled by the mind
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026
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Anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live. After all, you are alive So you will always have the chance to be happy. As long as the Sun, the Moon, and the Earth exist, everything will be alright.
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026
Flayed tellurian husk I hear the bell ring and the light of my consciousness begins to dim There's nothing to be done but to squeal My mind begins to reel as I rip through to my psyche to achieve harmony; my vision lurches back, exposing an interstitial deformity There's never rest for me In a heavenward spiral Only to be denied passage Ignominious degradation My mistakes I've made are now what make me I've given you everything I have And it's still not enough Bring forth your instruments of torture Mutilate me Endless arrows, puncturing deep Flayed fucking husk, teething concrete Flayed before your altar Bleeding Digging under my skin Seething
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026
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As the years turn to decades and bones become dust Leeches, never given an inch, nor do they repent Soul stricken; form crushed As the vultures descend to dry the bones of tendon and flesh And the centuries seam together I'm standing, alone, at the behest of your wimper Grief overcome by a still sadness, in the hands that used to hold me Callous skin and dried bones Smiting the Earth as if it were your throat Prying the wound open, by the gnashing of teeth In my skin of resin, there is no release
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026
Convulsing The burden you've weighed on me Unyielding disdain for the flesh that is binding me Slave, ground into dust Beneath the dredging monolith, dragging you back to existence Lacking all sense of life, there is no pulse With lifeless fingers, gifting the deceased, to be consumed Consuming serenity Guide me to serenity
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026
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Martyr, lashed to the stone Retching in torment Succumb, as you're hung by the throat Enduring ungodly ruin Stay the tongue that spews bile from your mouth Searing skin as I'm stabbed in the back You'll rot for your feeble, impious attacks Thee of Bile My head seams in two My mind spawns forth the Dirge My hands, bound to the rocks My palms, psalms, and the brand Dirge Nexus of liturgy Voices and whimpers crumble under my Word My palms, bound to the rocks My soul, chained to the mire A newfound avarice in your God Believe me, In time, you'll grovel in flocks In time, you'll pay for what you've done to me The urge to be reborn My mind, the Chthonic Abyss My delusions of grandeur There is none more deafening than my command Grovelling cunt
Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026