Agathocles / Pulmonary Fibrosis
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I've built my little castle Based on apathy And now I'm truly armed Against insecurity Stone cold thoughts Behind a grieving mask Furious eyes Analysing silly lies Ferousious grey mass Non-believing in a cross An aim so insane The last leaf must be slain A wood-chopping sound Goes in my head around The tree that once stood Has now been chopped for good
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
We don't need no labels to prove we're not dead 'cause everything we need, it's all in our heads Labelisation of your fucking minds
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Oh Anton, you're such a dick head Do you really think you're the lord of darkness ? But your theories, we spit on that Squeeze Anton, the fake satanist Feed his guts to his dogs of hell Squeeze Anton, skin his dick Occultism is not a profitable thing When shall we get him ? Shall we show any mercy ? Shall we put an axe in the head ? Shall we crack him ? Anton and the white pope Are the same kind of jerks Earning lots of money By means of religious ignorance
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026
Toxic air Birds all dead Poisoned water Fish can't breathe Grey sky We all shall die Enjoy your life now Before we all go down
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 09, 2026