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Empyrean Hell

MECHAGIC — Sat, 15 Mar 2025 08:00:00 GMT

Tore all of themselves to the incessant

Their pieces of crumbling sanctity

Lain down at their temple of catabolism

The thread of the aubade, their sclera

Their own sense of self must be desolated

Seeds of destruction on their alter

Sown by others, the consequences reaped

They hear their lungs breathing hard

They feel their heart beating in shallow

Eyes blinking out, the stars opening wide

Empyrean ceiling of hell above

And a twitch of the anatomical

Spinal Cord

MECHAGIC — Thu, 17 Oct 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Putting out the fire.

The endless dawn consumes me and the stars stare at me from above.

I have earned the God's temper.

I have seen them without their mourning doves.

And with the mourning doves far away.

The ravens come in to hinder

Eneting through their stymphalian chevet.

Searching for their filler.

Feasting upon the lurve that comes from the ones that worship them.

Mathematically beyond my comprehension, I see how their eyes are profoundly infinite.

Plucking the datum that grows beyond their empyrean den.

My God proceeding to make something derivative.

With the datum harvest and the derivative unoriginal.

The endless dawn tears apart my basic units.

Accessing my intraneurals.

By digging through my bodily adits.

The Hunt

MECHAGIC — Wed, 09 Oct 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Gunpowder smoke, no protection, loaded full of bullets. A man will hunt in the forest

Sunken eyes, pins and needs, blackened skin. A man will be dead in the forest.

Winter cold, scarce food, distant howling. They are hungry in the woods.

Far away in the forest is a wolf embowling. They will be full in the woods.

Rough course fur, the burrowing tics on the hide. The ribs are showing through. Salivating.

Human on the hunt. Gun on the front. Car far in the back. Safety in the far places of mind.

Pointing out the red berry bush, a rifle and a snout. No blood, formerly bloodied, will be bloodied.

A deer hit. A cue for the for what lurks behind. A back slashed.

Went for the shot through deer, not the slashed back man.

Laid on the winter cold.

Blackened at the fingertips.

Carcass dragged away.

Wolf disembowling.

Pins and needles.

A man was hunting in the forest. The warmth left behind.

A man is dead in the woods. The cold preserving its body.

They were hungry in the woods. They went out hunting.

They are full in the woods. The deer was fulfilling.

Haiku Dump 3

MECHAGIC — Fri, 08 Mar 2024 08:00:00 GMT

You are flesh and blood

With teeth and a stomach

Hunger is life itself

Living a dead life

All the days repeat themselves

Living a safe life

Witness death and plague

All the people crying out

Burning their loved ones

Sickness prevented

Too late for those left behind

Keeping those here safe

Not meant to be here

An unfortunate birthing

Of something deep in

Well of infinity

Reborn in a finite world

An angel was born

Bring forth new monsters

A shrinking entrance to life

Celebrate rebirth

Haiku Dump 2

MECHAGIC — Wed, 06 Mar 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Tame pigs and wild boars

Escape to a new frontier

Away from safety

Loud trumpets above

The earth cracks beneath my feet

Hearing angel calls

Feast on loving death

The rot consumes living flesh

Maggots destroy sustenance

Tower of babel

Reach towards beloved futures

We all vainly fall down

Language disperse

Hear a mother weep loudly

Seeking is fruitless

I hear its loud cries

Begging for loud forgiveness

I do not reach out

Eat my uselessness

Consume my dull sacrifice

Come undone by teeth

Haiku Dump 1

MECHAGIC — Sun, 04 Feb 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Organs on the floor

Umbilical cord cut out

Teeth inside the womb

Lost lovers lie down

The forest whispers sweetly

Found dead in the woods

Consumption of life

Unwanted people cry out

No memories mourned

Left inside to rot

The bodies become one soul

Melted together

Toads all over them

Warts grow out of the body

Reaching towards sky

One Word Themed Poetry

MECHAGIC — Wed, 03 Jan 2024 08:00:00 GMT

Author's Note: There's a bunch of edgy stuff in here

Warning for murder, parasites and body horror

Fruit - 3 January, 2024

I see all these metaphors

The way to open this fruit

But I never ate this fruit

I do have an outside view

Isn't it cruel to kill gently?

Isn't it better to be killed quickly?

I stare at my organs

The ones that you tore out slowly

I feel pain

I feel it numbing everything else

Make a mess of my corpse

And kill me quickly and painlessly

Parasite - 14 January, 2024

It's still there

Inside the stomach

You want to pull it out, but you can't

You want it to stop but it stays

It squirms

It feeds

It is so hungry

But you can't blame it

The hunger isn't its fault

You have to feed it

But it still wants more food

Your organs itch

You still can't blame it

It gnaws you from the inside

It bites and it weeps

It kills the being that is sustaining it

And it wants to stop because it can't

It continues feeding but it hurts

Hands - 17 January, 2024

One hand

Two hands

Three hands

Four hands

It does not matter

I put you down in the dirt myself

With nothing else but bare hands

I put you down like a dog

You beg for mercy when you don't deserve it

You defanged my heart but you didn't get rid of my brain

I put you down the same way you tried to erase my heart

With two hands that hurt and take

You beg for forgiveness but refuse to take accountability

You tell me that it was done to you, so it should be done to me

I dig you deeper into the ground with my bare hands

With two of the hands that you made yourself and gave to me

Door - 8 March, 2024

It stood in front of my door

It wanted me to open it

I don't want to, but it shrieked

It's as if it pierced my ears

It wants to be let inside

I already saw the news

I know I should call home

But none will mourn me, I know

It's still there, it still wants in

I stare at it observing

It had skin melting off it

Skin that did not belong there

Because I saw it before

When it was shown on the news

It did not have pasty white skin

I won't let it in my room

It added mass to its body

Every time someone let in

So I will stay here and stare

So that others won't have too

Freestyle Poetry 6-10

MECHAGIC — Tue, 12 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

20/12/2023

(below are written in the same date)

Out in the wilderness

You can see it

Down the river that grieves

Past the crumbling gravestones

Under the weeping willows

Where the leaves obscure the sun

Dig through the mud

For it gives us life

See the worms go about

Uncaring if what happens above

Take off the seventh skin

Lay to rest the worn hooves

Vulnerable lambs sleep

Skin fresh for the taking

Unsheathe the sharpened claws

Skin the innocent lamb

Put on the black, fluffy fur

And sleep alone with the herd

Flower's destroyed with glee

The victims call out "NO"

The culprit cares for none

Black roses torn from stems

White daisies now have thorns

The ruckus came to pause

Loud bang came from wood box

The noise grows ever louder

"A final gift from me"

The culprit said loudly

A wood door swung inside

Newly made vessel shown

The victims watch in fear

The corpse is now alive

Take rest on stained bed sheets

Ignore the wailing woods

Put on a mourning face

Make sure the corpse died

Tell the others the truth

Tell them of infection

"The eggs in the body hatched"

You say to the others

"I could not bury the corpse"

You cry out desperately

As they listen to your pleas

The bones in your body shift

The larvae inside nibble

You did not stop what happened

Excited for the death of yesterday

I lay down on a green meadow

With no worries left on my mind

I look towards a grey sky

In it I saw nothing

Hands tear at the clouds

I see it bloom

Eyes staring through me

I hold my breath close

Waiting for it to call

And when it hesitated

I slowly closed my eyes to drift

Awaiting for sleep to take me

Excited for the birth of tomorrow

Freestyle Poetry 1-5

MECHAGIC — Mon, 11 Dec 2023 08:00:00 GMT

11/12/2023

Nothing else will be left of me

Bright eyes scorn my mortal body

Ashes to dust, dust to ashes

Lay my final breath to pieces

Beings of higher bouts gaze on

Everything gone as I lie

Nothing left on my resting spot

12/12/2023

Put out flames of the bright eye's wrath

Body built out of dust and ashes

Beings of above stare at it

Loathing a creature that was not

Fanning the blazed vessel through night

Hands reach out towards it, no such luck

Begging forgiveness, love no thoughts

Nothing left to give, nodding for loathe

20/12/2023

(below are written in the same date)

Explore the frozen

The animals not quite right

Echoes put distance

Push off the warnings of old

Without fear, with love

Instill a warmth in the frost

Put down old worries

Take off the old self that yearns

And fly with duty

Put off by the mundane

Attending to the unknown

Down in the dark depths

A lone stranger puts on masks

Begging for entrance

Pleading for resurrection

Mundane forgotten

Unknown feasters ensure none left

Lone beings absorb

Forgotten stranger now gone

False creatures see through the truth

Embracing the facade

Cry with the already dead

Celebrate with unreal love

Eat through the rotten flesh of the heart

Put down false airs, see the truth

Turn away from the facade