Highschool student: Poetry is boring! Poetry:

"never dead, ever dying" is raw as fuck

Cosmic Horror poetry. Now that's something I didn't know I longed, but boy do I know it now.

"...ever dying, never die." sounds like that verse from the Book of Revelation: "And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."

*Burialgoods makes a new video* Me: "Nice, I’ll either laugh my ass off or discover horrors beyond my comprehension."

Fallout (1997) Alternate ending: Join the Unity by merging with the Master (Unreleased)

Sir, this is a McDonald’s drive thru...

The Crimson ingame: ooo spooky red biome The Crimson in lore:

when you reach the far lands in Minecraft:

Give us more poems love them

When I saw the thumbnail, I thought it was a black metal video clip. but I don't know why I watch this video over and over again.

*"Hey Grandpa and Grandma! How was your day?"* *Their day:*

If they ever remake the original Fallout, this should be a part of Master's ending

“I still cannot bring myself to write of this discovery, but let it be known that when I left, the Beast was dead…” - The Vault Dwellers memoirs, Fallout 2 Manual. If I too had to fight a monster which talks like this I doubt I’d want to write about it either.

That line “Not to safety but to Silence” is Raw and perfect

This is terrifying. The use of clips from Begotten combined with ominous narration overlapping with so many different voices gives me chills down my spine in the best way possible. Amazing work!

I was going to ask for a source on the poem to read more of the person's work, but I read in these comments that it was sent you directly by the author themselves. Give them +1 praise if they hit you up again, because that shit slaughters. The imagery was haunting, the climb to madness had me feeling what I did on the final leg of the trek in Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, and this narration positively rattled my soul.

Burial is my favorite eldritch horror channel

"I journeyed, long in walking, far beyond the place of stopping where there was no more returning to the people i had known. I saw the world forgotten, where the grass gives up on growing. And I knew that I would never make another journey home. Upon that fleshy plain, below the final rock outcropping (outcroppings) stretched the vast and empty desert of the hungry (HUNGRY!) bleeding thing (THING!). Encompassing the earth to the horizon, all-consuming (all-consuming), crying in a thousand voices to its desolate god-king (god-king desolate god-king). And the MUSIC of its crying never dead, ever dying, sent me running in a madness I can scarce compare to fear (fear), not to safety, but to silence (silence) unto my own unmaking. And yet now, upon awaking, once again the song I hear. (The song) I long to taste (TASTE!) the fruit of the earth. (Earth) I long for water quenching (water quenching...) Of my thirst, unending, (unending) nothing that remains can satisfy. (SATISFY!) For my voice (voice..) has joined the chorus (CHORUS!) ever more, ever mourning. Ever singing. Ever hungry. Ever dying. Never die."

"Depart from me, i never knew you."

Not my comprehension, it's beyond OUR comprehension!

These kinds of thoughts are what I imagine drove the Master from Fallout to create the super mutants. To weather such horrors, he decided man needed to be made of something stronger, even if that meant they cannot be consindered man any longer.

This is the best psychotic-like piece of art I've seen in a good while. The images, how black is most of it, while trying to see something with the blinding white colors is something that Begotten explored perfectly, which just fits in with the narration of the insanity behind the words of the writter. I'm a writter myself and most of my works are just trying to reach this. Had to say something about this, because it captures perfectly the mind of the one to put all of this together, making anyone's mind wander along a crafting of hell itself

That's madness. You terrified me to the core.

The grass gave up on growning.... that idea... that grass, a plant that keeps on growing and growing, regardless of what's around gave up.... scares me the most for some part

This isn't even a meme anymore. You could show this in a university experimental film class, and nobody would bat an eye.

Wow I definitely need more like this. The swapping of voices is insane

This is one of *the* most disturbing, frightening things I've ever heard, and I can't stop listening to it. The chorus of voices at the end is absolutely bone-chilling, as is the idea of "the fleshy plain" which harbors "the hungry, bleeding thing" consuming all of humanity in endless suffering.

The combination of male and female voices giving it that aspect that all of humanity is being devoured is fire

The melody of the words reminds me of Allen Poe

this was genuinely unnerving, we need more poetry read in digitally distorted voices

I've never played the original fallout, but the Master sounds like the coolest main antagonist of the series.

FINALLY! Horrors beyond my compression. Ive already comprehended man-made horrors and they bore me. Atleast now i can tackle a new level.

Is this meant to be The Master from Fallout

I've never been someone interested in poetry, but my god is that poem something special. It makes me wonder if I could ever create something so impactful yet vaguely disturbing in the near future...

the way he emphasize "MUSIC!" gives me goosebumps everytime, this is my favorite piece so far.

Holy smokes, I thought this was Poe or Lovecraft. Exceptionally written poetry, and truly, _criminally_ underrated mastery of words. Edit: I can't stop reading. This poem has truly rocked me to my core, and I can't explain why.

I’ve seen the unknown and have witnessed the unseen The horrors I’ve seen have left me yearning for the peace of ignorance, to forget what lies beneath the veil of normalcy

After I first heard this video I printed the poem out and posted it in my cubicle. It lives with a growing catalog of existential images/writings. :)

If Master from Fallout wasn't hell-bent on world domination, but instead turned to poetry

It took me a second to realize this wasn't taken from Fallout 1

This goes so unironically hard I love it

This feels like a cutscene on a horror indie game about a cult looking for your child to sacrifice it to god.

Wait, wtf was that.

The Master practicing his poetry before making another Super mutant (secret audio)

Testimony of a forgotten traveller trapped within the bounds of the crimson

Wow, Burial Goods, that's a powerful and haunting poem you've shared. It seems to describe a journey into a desolate and forsaken world, where the narrator has lost touch with their past and their sense of self. The imagery is vivid and evocative, with phrases like "the world forgotten, where the grass gives up on growing" and "the vast and empty desert of the hungry, bleeding thing" creating a sense of stark desolation. The creature described in the poem, with its "thousand voices" and "ever-dying" cry, is a terrifying and mesmerizing presence. The narrator's response to this encounter is one of madness and despair, as they flee not to safety, but to silence and "unto my own unmaking." The use of words like "unmaking" and "ever mourning" suggests a sense of dissolution and disintegration, as if the narrator's very identity is being consumed by the bleakness of their surroundings. The final lines of the poem are particularly striking, as the narrator finds themselves drawn back into the "song" of the creature, longing for the fleeting comforts of the physical world even as they're aware that they'll never be satisfied. The repetition of "ever" - "ever mourning," "ever singing," "ever hungry," "ever dying, never die" - creates a sense of trappedness, as if the narrator is doomed to repeat this cycle of longing and despair forever. Overall, this is a deeply unsettling and thought-provoking poem, one that explores the darker aspects of human experience and the search for meaning in a seemingly meaningless world.

This plays every night before bed

I think this might be my new favourite video of yours. Just the combination of the atmosphere and the raw lines just make this video chilling Burialgoods the best VA youtuber out there hands down

this video made me fold the blanket under my feet

Dystopian Poetry is a genre, I love writing them, my peers call me crazy, I dont mind.

Your main character syndrom makes you think you're the center of the Universe. My main character syndrome makes me think this is the poem I'll be chanting to myself while I try to survive an imminent nuclear winter as I spiraldown to utter madness, we are not the same.

Beautiful beyond comprehension.

Me: "So how was your weekend?" Burialgoods: * 0:00 - 1:36 * Me: *takes bite of bologna sandwich. Swallows.* Yeah, sometimes it be like that...

Definitely sounds like a spiritual journey into ones own death and surviving the near death experience and clinging to life harder with a new-found zeal for life. Yet thats accompanied with a haunting vigor, born of fear of the ending. This was a cool edit.

how my parents described going to school:

That deep male voice that you use (I assume yours, but modified ?) is a *joy* to listen to. It's a difficult feeling to describe. It's both beautiful, charismatic, and terrifying to behold at the same time.

Do anyone feel somewhat nostalgic while watching this video? I interpret it as "Long forgotten dreamy valley incident". This nostalgic feeling makes me gasping mildly. I sometimes remember the plateau, I see the sun. Just like in this video, the sun is bright and shiny but doesn't illuminate around. I saw many dreams where the sun is like I just described, there is a peak but I can not reach the flat top. I sense people I know are near. But even though they are aware of my existence behind the peaks, they seem to not care about me thriving just to reach them. I've seen nearly 8 to 10 dreams terrifyingly similar to this video. I did not hear voices, no one was talking. But the people on the other side of the little peak were mumbling. It seemed to me that they were either rejoicing an event or mourning for a terrible fate. It first started when I was near 7 years old. This is interesting.

i like these because then my brain has something else to concentrate on other than creating horrors beyond my comprehension and i can actualy go to sleep

DUDE. When I first heard this I thought "Oh cool he covered a poem by some popular poet like lovecraft or something" So I looked online for the original author and found a Reddit post saying that you wrote it. Bravo, legitimate art.

There is beauty to be found within all

So, this is what miyazaki wanted us to feel when he made the souls game, huh?

This is basically the poem to I have no mouth and I must scream

this feels like one of those cursed videos or something. Shit sent shivers down my spine.

IDK why but i've been listening to this on repeat for the past 3 hours

I love the effect that having multiple voices on top of each other has

This vid hits different when you're alone in the dark at 1 am

"vast and empty desert of the hungry bleeding thing" brings to my mind the sort of imagery from the game Scorn and some of Beksinski's more horror-oriented landscapes paintings. I love this, I've probably listened to it a dozen times now

This is soothing and calming for me, nice video

I just discovered you. I happen to love cosmic horror so this is absolutely wonderful! The way you did the voices, the visuals, everything is amazing. I'm subscribing and hitting the bell ❤

It is terrifying to know that "The Place of Stopping" may exist in a literal sense. Well in a scientifically theoretical sense since if you are just at the half way point near the event horizon of a black hole; the out side perspective it seems like you are slowly and slowly getting closer to the inside of a black hole yet at a certain moment you're seemingly stuck in one place as time and space yields to the great mass of infinity as you are infinitely falling into a seemingly desolate desert at is the truest of desolateness and barrenest of a dessert at may be. Yet it takes everything with it, a thing that takes everything yet is truly empty inside. But, in your perspective it is the opposite. The world runs without you, as you see everything that was the present accelerate into to the future; your home, your loved ones, your planet, everything you know will be gone faster than you can comprehend. As you see the stars blast into galactic space dust and watch them take their last breath, you are the one that is left falling into an abyss as you will be the last of the last that will every will be and soon to be. As this world is "The Place of Ending".

You'd definitely make a perfect storyteller for Lovecraft's fiction.

I love these kinda skits where you sound like the Master. Its beautifully disorienting.

this sounds like something you'd hear from a scp article, and I mean that as a complement.

It giving "I have no mouth and I must speak"

HOLY SHIT THIS IS AWESOME!! This is like some Edgar Allen Poe shit

I don't know who you are, nor why this video appeared in my recommended feed, but I am *entranced*

This is, by far, the most chilling video you've ever made. Please use this style again - and please keep working with this poet. Your narration, his words, and your video editing worked together to create a horrifying masterpiece.

Subbed after this. Honestly an incredible work of art. Compliments to the poet as well. In love with everything about this video, I would absolutely devour more content like this!

This is how I want to EXPERIENCE all poems in the future.

This is firmly ensconced in my brain, I can’t get it out.

Fantastic. Dreamlike and metaphysical experience. A creative nightmare.

Darker yet darker. Gods next experiment will be very interesting

I recognised that footage instantly :D Begotten is insane!! But also heck those words are amazing definitely going to have to look more into the source of those (thanks for linking in the description). Incredible narration!! 🙏🏻💚 Edit: for some reason this feels like All Tomorrows! Like the reality where that future exists 😱

Dear author, wherever you may be, this poem is like T.S. Eliot crossed with Harlan Ellison and it's so fucking good oh my god love, a new fan

"Honey, how was work?" The honey in question:

I fucking loved this. I was at the edge of my seat scared but also drooling at how well made this was. This was a masterpiece I fucking love it

calming eldritch asmr to sleep to

This poem is about the journey of life that is seemingly endless. One could become depressed and shun the finer and mundane parts but over time - that primal hunger returns. Time has a way of eroding the most resolute of feelings both emptiness and fulfillment. It’s the slow dance with life and death that leaves us empty yet filled with ephemeral joy, sorrow, despair and fear; last but not least: Hope.

Dude! DUDE! I love this! It makes my imagination hearing it and seeing this video. Great work!

Really well done. Timing and footage choice are spot on and the mixture of voices adds texture to the video. I really liked the "for my voice has joined the chorus" section :)

You went to extraordinary pains to record phrases interpreted by many voices, then cobbled them together. Never heard the like. More!

"Do not be afraid. I am peace; I am salvation. I am a timeless chorus. Join your voice with mine, and sing victory everlasting." "Now the gate has been unlatched, headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room, a fate you must abide." "We exist together now... two corpses, in one grave." "Child of my enemy, why have you come? I offer no forgiveness, a father's sins, passed to his son." "Time... has taught me patience! But basking in new freedom, I will know all that I possess!" "Do I take life or give it? Who is victim, and who is foe?" "Resignation is my virtue; like water I ebb, and flow. Defeat is simply the addition of time... to a sentence I never deserved... but you imposed."

I don't even like poetry but I'm absolutely addicted to this guy

This channel is a goldmine bro

"In the end days, men will cast themselves off the tops of mountains seeking death, but death will flee from them." In a world post revelations or something similar, Someone seeks beyond the boundaries of their home. (beyond the place of stopping) implies a community set rule of somekind. The world forgotten implies desolated ruins and salted earth much like fallout. The last outcropping reminds me of mountains hence the bible quote. The fleshy desert covering the horizon implies this deathless suffering thing is at least 5.5 miles in diameter. (Run to my own unmaking) The someone attempts to kill themselves, most likely throwing themselves head first off the cliff. Only to be absorbed by the massive flesh carpet of screaming and brought back to life within it, unable to die. The concept of hungry ghosts mixed with the biblical horror that is a post revelation world where none are allowed to die. i love it.

Im sorry I keep coming back to this ,I also realize you sound just like dogma from The binding of Isaac. Another favorite villain of mine. You inspired another dnd villain.

Frodo recounting his journey:

Those layered voices are so good. Please do more!

Wow this is a work of art