#poerty

Or turn down your offer to help

I'm not being independent

I don't have it all covered, all figured out

But I remember the shape your help takes

I have learned that when I ask for what I need

I become too much, too loud, too needy, too inconvenient

I have learned that you'll agree to help

And then be too busy, too tired, too forgetful

And you will let me down, not following through

On what you said you would do

So I convince myself that I don't need you

That I don't need anyone but me

Because you taught me that

Accepting or asking for help really means

Being a burden and feeling disappointed in myself for having to ask

And in you, for showing me how little my needs mattered

Now behind every "I'm fine. Thanks." is a well of sadness

You helped create.

Тополя (Poplar Tree) | 1996 | Valentina Kostyleva | Ukraine

Based on the poem by Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko. A young girl falls in love with a Cossack who goes off to war. She waits faithfully for his return, but as time passes, he does not come back. Heartbroken and despairing, she fears he has died or forgotten her. The villagers pressure her to marry someone else, but she refuses.

ok i think obs is in cofront because ive lowk lost my emotions but ill answer anyway

i was trying to come up with a name and the only thing that was coming to mind was like

an image of a rope

so i was like

okay i'm rope for now

and then i liked it too much

so i'm rope now

I’ve been a fan of Ghost for a long time. I’ve seen them shift, adapt, and evolve. But with these new singles — Peacefield, Lachryma, and Satanised — it’s become painfully clear: Ghost is no longer a band pushing creative limits. It’s a brand rehearsing a role.

Peacefield

This track is lifeless. That generic choir + child vocal intro? It’s not grand. It’s not spooky. It’s generic trailer music. You could slap it on a fantasy video game ad and no one would blink.

Then there’s this gem of a lyric:

“We all need something to believe in until it’s over, anything, anyone, anytime, but it’s not over yet.”

Seriously? That’s not introspective. That’s the kind of line you’d find in the Notes app of a high school kid writing edgy poetry during math class.

And then — plot twist — Tobias Forge didn’t even compose it. Two outside pop producers did. That explains everything. It’s a Ghost-branded pop rock single that could’ve been released under any band with eyeliner.

This isn’t art. It’s product.

Lachryma

This one hurts more because you can hear potential. The synth intro is beautiful. The chorus is solid. But everything else? Paint-by-numbers filler.

It’s Ghost doing a cosplay of their older sound — imitating their own identity instead of building on it. There’s no tension. No drama. No left turns. No surprise. It plays like something written to safely hit the Spotify rock playlist algorithm. You can practically see the songwriting formula in the waveform.

Satanised

This one is just baffling.

It desperately wants to be edgy. Dark. Controversial. But instead it comes off like a parody of a parody. And the real kicker? As an Orthodox Christian, I actually found the lyrics… oddly familiar. It reads more like actual Christian theology than any critique of it. And the delivery isn’t even ironic — it sounds sincere. Like something you’d hear in a church youth group rock night, but with a pentagram slapped on top. Ghost used to twist religious imagery into eerie, poetic metaphors. Now they’re just reciting doctrine louder, pretending it’s subversive.

It’s not Satanic. It’s not rebellious. It’s not clever.

It’s empty theater.

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And Now, the Bigger Problem…

What’s really shocking is seeing fans actually celebrating things like:

“Wow, Papa can finally move his mouth while singing with the new costume!”

Wait — that’s the bar now?

He can move his mouth?

We’re applauding a musician for doing the bare minimum of human functionality on stage? If that’s what excites you — not the music, not the composition, not the emotional weight — then this is no longer a band. It’s a Hot Topic mannequin showcase.

Ghost is becoming Lordi 2.0 — all spectacle, no soul.

If you stripped away the masks, the gimmicks, and the stage fog, would these new songs still move you? Or would you skip them entirely?

And maybe that’s where Ghost should go next: not deeper into music, but into fashion.

If the focus is on how good Papa looks under a spotlight or how cool the tour merch is, then just admit it — Ghost is a visual brand now. A goth fashion label with guitars.

The Truth Is This:

Ghost could’ve ditched the Satanic shtick years ago and reinvented themselves into something honest, raw, and creatively free.

They didn’t. And now, the once-dark, genre-bending, risk-taking band is slowly fading out in a cloud of recycled theatrics and outsourced melodies.

These singles — Peacefield, Lachryma, Satanised — aren’t songs from a band on fire. They’re the final wheezes of something that doesn’t realize it’s dying.

Ghost isn’t a cult anymore. It’s a costume.

And I say this not out of hate — but as someone who once believed. /Copypasta