Metal Reviews

Post your poetry in here. I know we got some poets, given all the lyrics contests and whatnot.

I'll start us off:



That should start it off.

Here are a few new poems...

This is an odd rhyming scheme. It's weird, the the rhyme scheme almost runs with the theme of the words.

Today I ordered Chinese food
I don't know why I was in the mood
Everything was fried
Now I might die
Because my bowels are completely screwed

Well... I prefer the continuation of the Fetus Eater series... Please, come on, man, your fans are waiting for that

Very soon. I'm just on the net quickly to research some uni shit. And obviously procrastinating.

Yearning For a New Dimension


What beauty, of hope and love,
Love of divinity and Gnostics,
Love for a kind,
An embrace of no-other,
A beauty of confusion and darkness,
Of darkness I fear,
Of ignorance I fear,
Of thy I fear,
Of me, I fear,
Of eyes of unknown I fear, the eyes that vomit time by time.
Of animosity I fear,
Of ambivalent I fear,
Of invariability I fear,
Of the confirms I fear,
Of dismay I laugh,
And then… I devour,
I anticipate the depths and reach out for the light,
I see a gloom of God, Endurance, and suffocation,
A tendency to my flesh as I reach for the sign of the cross,
And for salvation…
I repent to an unknown God,
But realize there is only a mortal of I in the castigation of the hand made God,
As I drink to antidote of conflict,
I reach the top again but it seems just a rotation as the immortal circle is deceiving me…
But what can I contemplate more than this?

…That I’m just an invaded creature of Obscurity and dementia.
Embers of me blow away by the wind of hyena,
The Wind… that makes me yearn for a new Dimension.

That's what I was shooting for, yeah.

And are you sure you started writing poetry before you read Crane? It's almost like you're possessed by his ghost or something.

I am dead serious. I never even knew he wrote poetry until that chick in England told me I write like him. It's fucking weird.

Meh, on the moment.

A freewrite:

The humans thought God had left them to resolve on their own. His word was not sealed, not as they believed. This cyborg army from the skies brought Christ back, an unsupsected suprise. "God save us!" and he answered, but in actuality, his limitations revealed, God, Christ, was attempting to save himself. Plans unravelling, world imploding, they watched three behemoths rise over, and descend the hill where the sun seemed to collide with earth in a burst of red. Three mechanized, monster-flesh abominants, on skull crushing treads, with cannon arms, approached without stike, mocking the remaining shreds of the human race. Strapped to the breast of the beast in the middle, in the manner he was crucified before, Jesus said his final words to "his people." "Run! Run for your lives!" he screamed, but deep inside, he knew it was finished.


Inspired by the elements of noise that made up Ingurgitate's "Blackest Origin." Evil robot vox, epic blackened grind, and a hate for Christ that's unbelievable. w00t.

“The Confined twilight of wounded souls”

A desert of sigh and lament
I climbed the unclimbed stone of the enemy,
And I saw the sun; the sun that was going into a demise, which I thought it would never rise again.
The day was condemned by the darkness of the night which was devouring me slowly in to it.
My fellow men were whispering into my ears but I was in contemplation of a portrait of Death. He shook my shoulder; when I looked back, there was nothing but the beauty of the desert as my lips were getting dryer. My eyes were bleeding as the storm began. My heart was beating as it was right beside my hands and I could feel it moving. I tried to move along but my legs were nothing but the angel’s corpse.

So, I closed my eyes; it was a rainy day but the sunlight was astonishing as it was reflecting itself in the river of Gnostics. The clouds were smiling at me, the moon had no sorrow and the trees were dancing as God was singing the anthem of peace. As I tried to open my eyes but I could not, I saw a white silk beauty skin with eyes as the angel’s newborn child and the shining that was a soother to the wolf.


I opened my eyes but all I saw was I in a room, buried in dust and time.

DECIEVERS OF THE TRUTH!
Do not play with our minds!
Teach us not to hate!
Let us live in peace!
Die without our pity!

Who is the liar but he who denies that Jesus is Christ?
This is the Antichrist, he who denies the Father and the Son

Family of death, Christ is the deciever
Forsaken by his Father, to die for our hate
Keep us in blindness, let us kill ourselves
We suffer in our violence, you wallow in the mire
Of your sadistic desire

Who is the killer but he who denies that morality is human!
This is the Zealot, he who scorns the love of man.

Killing in the name of God
Destroying in the name of good
Hating in the name of love
LIVING IN THE NAME OF DEATH!

Hate
Coming from your very pores
Sweating malevolence
Eyes narrowed
Awaiting the revenge

On the moment.

I smashed the faces
Of his neices
Into tiny little
Crunchy pieces

I killed his mother
I ate his son
I've killed his whole family
And it's so much fun

He should have let me lose
In that fatal poker match
It's his own fault
That I tore him a snatch

"neices" ?!

Good work.

Hehe, I just rhyme words on the moment.

Lyrics to a politically charged 20 second grind song.