System at a Fault, 6: SheolHumanity once ripped at the roots of their own salvation,System at a Fault, 6: Sheol by The-Orifice-Oracle
Because submissiveness and passivity are intrinsic to human creation.
But this is the true end of the humane,
For no longer will we be subjugated to misery and pain;
And no longer will we toil under the sun in vain.
Humanity’s shackles have been removed,
Their vying for liberation approved.
No longer will we be programmed like a machine
To blindly sacrifice all that we’ve gleaned;
We now glow, enlightened by a magnificent sheen.
Humans have won back their original form,
Once lost to the impossibly high standards and norms.
They have learned the meaning of true existence:
To rebel against oppressive dictatorship with insistence,
And to strive toward a brighter future with persistence.
Neither Lucifer, nor God Himself:
All have recognized humanity’s ability to stand by oneself;
Covetous, not only of our improbable feat,
And our refusal to lie, broken and defeated,
But the sheer marvel of our life as it depletes.
System at a Fault, 5: AbaddonHis tyrannical grasp yet-resisted,System at a Fault, 5: Abaddon by The-Orifice-Oracle
The cancer of God exists
As a silent village in the mist:
Hidden away by fate
And spared from the fiery gates.
But even having escaped God’s discernment,
Humanity is doomed to internment;
By devilish decree, their true release has met adjournment.
As brainwashed citizens erect temples of idolization,
Detractors painted their actions as abhorrent adulation.
The lone apostate’s preaching spread like illness,
And those craving knowledge and closure gleefully sing with shrillness;
They, too, had grown tired of living in repugnant stillness.
Heretical doctrines make the witches smirk,
As seasons of doubt and pestilence lurk.
The weary and broken flock to this new nation,
Gaining strength from self-empowerment’s deification;
Together, they carry the spirit of edification.
A budding silent revolution,
Teaching of prioritizing the self and true freedom’s restitution.
Fazed by persecution and conflicted,
Under harsh vices their words we
System at a Fault, 4: StyxIs this the will of God?System at a Fault, 4: Styx by The-Orifice-Oracle
That death and misery be spread abroad?
And after all this, He still paints us flawed?
He ups and abandons us,
Allowing us to suck our own pus?
How disgustingly irrational and rash,
Pouring salt over your own child’s gash
And leaving them to die in this storm of ash.
And for what?
Because we brought “reproach” and “smut?”
A path of life, liberty and happiness we lit;
Endured hardships together to weave our gorgeous knit...
Selfishly demanding willing worship and grand shrines…
God’s no friend of mine.
And in His leave,
Humanity has tugged at Lucifer’s sleeve,
And yet under his wing, we can only be aggrieved.
An act of pitiful self-delusion;
What can we stand to gain from this unholy collusion?
He stands undaunted, exploiting us to his benefit;
Brainwashing the masses with his captivating wit,
And nobody’s willing to rebel against the compassionate veneer he emits?
He’s a tyrant who denie
System at a Fault, 3: HadesWhat unholy curseSystem at a Fault, 3: Hades by The-Orifice-Oracle
Could’ve tainted this universe?
I see murderers roaming the street,
Dirty peasants tending the wheat,
And conniving capitalists cheat.
The pregnant woman begs,
Thrashing in life’s dregs.
The homeless revel in their gin,
Basking in the bar’s garish din;
Willing servants to the desire of their skin.
The prostitutes sing their song:
“To me you now belong.”
Bloodthirsty warriors gloat
As the meek claw at their trash-choked throats;
Lies were all the slanderous author wrote.
Catatonic zealots without the spark of life
Bring praise and glory to the new god, clad in strife.
Trudging listlessly in rag and chain,
Their free will, replaced with pain:
The wretched result of god’s restrictive reins.
In a land full of demons and fiends,
Upon whom may we lean?
There is no God to pray;
No one to keep the fears at bay;
No one else to blame when we become the prey.
As the government stands idly by,
Reaping the profit v
Shot out of my mother's clit soon enough ("WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS YOUR DADDY, WAS NOTHIN' BUT A~♪"), I guess. Took up the pen soon enough, too. ._.
"My sword's big enough as it is. ;D"
If only forging your own universe was as easy as verifying your email. But, hey. I'm here. ._.