Inn of the Vaticide
Unholy proclamation stirs within our loins Prostatic prophecy derived from reeking hoods A vile seed sown in sin and divine consequence Black ejaculate spitting from the snakes Theotokos, harlot of Nazareth Blessed bush spilling essence Light of the faith marred by emission Infernal gospel implanted within Internal festering progeny flourishes Life drains for the lascivious liturgy Forth bursts offal offspring of revelation An edict of carnality among the apostles Torn matriarch Cucked patriarch Her broken vows on bended knee Drenched in rotten forbidden fruit
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
Oholibah, God's chosen harlot Concubine of the flesh and swallower of seed On bended knee to receive her pleasure Engorged as a mule, released as a horse Penetrated by phallic idolatry Jerusalem's whore frothing internally Witnessing the bleak turn on sanctity The perverted brood descends into deviance Worshipping the emissary Purveyor of blasphemy Rosy cheeks await emission Oholibah glazed in sin
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
Christ shall drink from my cup It froths with the wine of life Vomit swells in his throat As breaths become ragged Son of Jehovah collapsed Cold seed spilled from mouth His flock swims in its depths But his lips will turn it black Drenched in seminal fluid A mighty fortress is my cock A bulwark never failing A donor I am amid the flood Of moral ills bestowing
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
Hosanna in the highest At him I bescumber Curator of genital mutilation, Pestilence of phallic indulgence, Witness this priapic icon Swallowing Moses to his hilt Hemah sends forth the serpent Ingesting a slack jawed prophet Cries fall on fickle ears, "Deliver us!" As venom fills the faithful Zipporah drooling over his member Sees her son's still ensheathed Flint in hand the foolish bitch Would offer a septic bris Wrath and Anger lash her wrists Wringing flesh from bone Zipporah ripped from gash to gut As bridegroom is consumed Hosanna in the highest At him I bescumber Slaughtered is thy thrall At the inn of the vaticide Bathed in blood God's false pawn With his hood Dead by dawn
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
Blessed is he who cums in the face of the Lord Shouts of scorn and temptation resound in the tents of the righteous A vicious mockery of the meek For they will inherit no more than dirt Unsheathing the blade Stabbed to the hilt Neutering the light of the world Cutting the jewels Sterilized lamb Broken staff of the shepherd Removing the seed Unplanting Eden Neutering the light of the world Eunuched savior Shunned coward Broken staff of the shepherd Blessed is he who bestows the heat of the thorns Binding the festal sacrifice to the brow of the wicked A crown fitting for the shard born son For his is the kingdom of slander and scorn Whips crack overhead as eyes fill with blood Dragging his chosen son into the mud Skin ripped to pieces hammered to cross Yeshua hanging with shit filled cloth Adonai wrought in shame Cries from the pious as it's cast in the fire Castrated lamb of god's cock on the pyre Shameless clergymen sniffing the fumes Masturbating as the mangled Christ looms Kingdom collapsed No heir to the throne Scorched semen King of the tomb
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
In the musty groves of the faithful Creep vines of life born for death Flourishing to taunt his passion Ash to ash, spur unto his king Crown of thorns Sacred brow torn Wine flows free Fallen is he Piercing false messiah Shredded royal scalp Carving unholy lesion Ziziphus Paliurus Harvesting the brambled bushes Disciples deliver Pilate's discipline Coronation of Bethlehem's prince of piss Dust to dust, wound into his skin Ash to ash, spur to king Dust to dust, wound to skin Sanguine circlet sprung from within As regal scars etch upon the crown The blood of Christ taken freely Sacred spirit drenched infertile ground
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026
And their fortune has turned As before them stood salvation Thy famed fornicator of Beor Thusly spake to his chosen Commiserate with the wicked Let their filth fill thy spirit Bound by leather Lay among the squalid hides Throngs of wailing harlots Scabbed and sore in squalor Pus flows from cunt to cock All in reverence of Balaam Glorification of carnal plague Fester in broken pustules Flame spread with seed No prophecy at Pisgah Nor blessing at Attarus Will deliver thy cursed brood From fervent Midianal lust Piss in dire sin Drenched in wicked sweat Thy flock wholly infested Not wood nor fetid hair of goat Shall ever be pure again
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 22, 2026