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Brokden

Perpetual fear, Imprisoned in the dark, confined, by the flesh on my eyes. (It felt like) Days went by! Why the fuck would no one save me! (They didn't know). That I begged mercy from all the terrors of the night! But dead was my tongue, dead was my lun...

Conceived Through Ignorance

Alone I crawl, Into the wasteland, Into the plague. There is blood on my hands it's not my own, It's the grounds, it's the grounds Dead flesh, the new soil. There is a shadow now above us, monolithic monster. It's constructed by, the rotting cadavers....

Dethronement Of Gods

(I held the world) In my hands, betrayed, by the Gods; of man. Nailed to the altar, of his demise. The sharpened blades tear into his skin, where will they begin? It matters not his skin will heal cause in hell nothing can die. Mercy? The demons all la...

Hellbound

Hellbound. 

Humanimals

The stench, countless children burn, Infected smoke ascends. Adiabatic cooling. Deadly precipitation. Burns my skin! I hide under the fat to survive, The rain melts skin from bone. Inconceivable synergy, Land and flesh is one. Hear a weeping wind, Ho...

Plague World

I'm fucking sick, I'm dying But still I'm hunted by Humanimals. I fear I won't survive this world. This planet is sick, It's kill and consume. Through my bloodshot eyes, I see demons, fucking demons, They laugh as they beat the weak to paste, into the gr...

Street Justice

It's now! Fear them! Hell hath no wrath like desperate men scorned, fear them! The power of gold has controlled weak men for centuries, Until their fists became currency. They sit on thrones of gold, While we're all fucking dying! All we want is a cure,...

Subterranean Refuge

Deep underground I burrow endlessly, Hands clear of flesh they tore away easily, Feeding on myself, I need only bones to dig, The voices in my head... keep me sane. I can't fucking die, The hunger it grips me, I've succumb to the animal, the instinct th...

The Harvesting

Empirical misconception resulting from anarchy, Perpetual trepidation rash mentality (rash!) Puella; possessed cadaver. Hear the lies of the Vatican, Cure our fear with lies, Convince the meek it's just the test of a deity, Lies of the Vatican. Show fai...

TI; Visions

The gods are dead The visions all seem to say We're doomed, to rot The blood of a thousand fucking heavens, rains through the clouds Scars of the crucifix upon children, terrifying stigmatas, they never die. They presume possession but it's an inf...

We Give No Fucks

We give no fucks We give no fucks We give no fucks We give no fucks We give no fucks