All of you are truly worthless
And deserve to be regarded as such.
Your stagnant minds are more like cattle.
Always needing to be lead.
And like cattle your greatest contribution
Shall be the smashing of your head.
Your cramped pen dogmas semantic bullshit.
No remorse for the gray masses.
Zealot fools and white-light clerics
You are as a disease.
Your destiny should be that
Of the flesh our steel reaves.
Sycophant so eager to believe
That you walk the only path.
Be strangled by the arrogance
That you wear around Read more…
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I am the swarm of locusts
Set on the world by the prince and the power of the air
My master Satan is upon four winds
The sickening lord of all disease
Bloating the corpse of Christ Whore-Borne
I send flies upon the suffering
And breed worms
In their mourning skin
Resisting exorcism
With litanies of shame
Expel the Holy Ghost
Screaming curses at his name
Winged Pazuzu
Ejaculating fire
From serpent loins of poison life
Osculus obscenum
Kissing blight
Upon the grieving sons of man
A pact made with Satan
Spewing swarms of demon Read more…
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teratism
Betrayer-speak not to me
For your words are as empty
As your maggot ridden skull.
Coward-bow not before me
For I would rather tear your limbs
From your fucking body!
I bring you unspeakable torment
For that much you owe.
And unto me your debt
Shall never be paid in full!
Deceiver-the only thing left
For you to manipulate
Shall be my sword
From between your fucking ribs!
For the destruction of all
Would be legendary.
But for your demise
All legacies would fail to compare!
To simply slay you would never be enough.
I Read more…
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rocktones,
teratism
Betrayer-speak not to me
For your words are as empty
As your maggot ridden skull.
Coward-bow not before me
For I would rather tear your limbs
From your fucking body!
I bring you unspeakable torment
For that much you owe.
And unto me your debt
Shall never be paid in full!
Deceiver-the only thing left
For you to manipulate
Shall be my sword
From between your fucking ribs!
For the destruction of all
Would be legendary.
But for your demise
All legacies would fail to compare!
To simply slay you would never be enough.
I Read more…
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teratism
There was the time
When I wanted the blackness
To be my breath
For it to be my very being and blood
Black, where should me luminous red
Soon a light I had seen in the darkness
So many times before
The light did not find me
Like that constructed icon of slaves
No, I found it
A black flame of knowledge
I take that sigil to my breast
Knowing the true master was all it took
Clarify my path in the convoluted existence
Answers were always there
I just never Read more…
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rocktones,
teratism
Lo do ye wretch’d despair.
Lo do ye worthless cry.
No grace awaits thee,
Our days rise!
Whine like beaten dogs for stench’d messiahs.
Choke out fearful begging cloth’d in fearful prayer.
Submit your weakn’d worth to wolven priests,
For prostitut’d rot veiled as faith.
Strike feebly at the gates of tepid hope.
Leprous grasp falls short of your seeping god.
Feed upon the scraps of splinter’d cross,
That even scavenging raven shall not touch.
Wail you whorthodox of drown’d and conquer’d child.
You have been judg’d found wanting.
Crucifying Read more…
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teratism
Christ whore with sheep mind
Flesh grinding hate fuck
Penetrating wargasm death strike
Life worshiping filth vessel
Quenched with nocturnal emissions
And razor slashed caresses
Slave preacher dog like pedophile
Sodomy advocater
Worm tongued sin redeemer
Lie selling sermon invocater
Be silenced by vengeful iron fists
Be purged by fires of retribution
I am the furious nemesis
The poisoning voice of the serpent
The blasphemous ritual pain enhancer
A divine misanthropic hate wielder
The vile church wood igniter
Lamb flock butcherer and torturer
The scythe wielder the scourge and enemy of
GOD.
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teratism
Shamed by the weak and cast down in disgust
A shell of a broken man without trust
Preaching upon open ears of the deaf
Depraved words uttered beneath your cold breathe
Killing what’s left of the embers of youth
Scraping and clawing for a whisper of truth
Sewing our mouths shut as nothing escapes
Love and grave is a display of a man you once were
But unlike the hand of Midas
What you touch with turn to shit
Blood will flow between us
And the ground Read more…
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