Devouring Deception

"Qui pridie quam pateretur accepit panum in sanctus ac venerabtles manus suas et elevatis ocults in caelum ad te Duem Patrem omnipotentem tibt grattas agens benedixit fregit deditque discipults suis dicens: accipite et manducate ex hoc omnes Hoc est enim corpus meum" [English translation: Who the day before he suffered took bread into his holy and venerable hands. And with his eyes lifted up to heaven unto thee, God, his almighty Father. Giving thanks to thee, he blessed. Brake and gave to his disciples saying: Take and eat ye all of this. For this is my Body.] Devour the deception Ritual teophagy Corrupted feeding Lurks in your flesh Fed by hypocrisy Keeper of the deceit Bringer of the plague Now you can see...spread the word Lie Contagious seed Of a stern plant Cursed spawn Prematurely buried Soul Is safe Life is Condemned Flesh and blood Cross and crown Fraud dethroned Utopia Of a higher realm Obsolete teachings Trapped you in Sacrificial body Offered to the naught His blood won't rise you His word won't comfort Death had won God is defeated There is no consolation There is no redemption The end hangs over all The only redemption Will be granted By the worms The only fate of the body Is to stiffen and become cold Death has won Church teaches Church preaches Lies

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Unworthy to die as your own prophet Disdain the mimic of a false god's death The wood is planted Firmly in the ground The feet turned to the sun Your head pointed to hell Your sky's now a desolated Land You will stretch out your hands And another will dress you And take you where you do not want to go Let him bleed On the inverted cross Won't be a loss "Cum esses lunior. cingebas te et ambulabas ubi volebas. Cum autem senuens extendes manus tuas et alus te cinget et ducet quo tu non vjs" You will stretch out your hands And embrace your useless death A pool of your own blood Will crown your head Let him profusely bleed Let him ingloriously bleed Let him fucking bleed Let him fucking bleed

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The only truth Is the one you Never believed in Your god is not dead, was never born Your god never lived, never existed You are born, to despair, die in grief With the worms, your soul will lay A rotting pile of flesh is what is left of you Glory won't await beyond the grave You will cease to exist in any form No final judgment, no punishment No holy father, no son No god will save you No holy father will avenge your death None will ease your suffering No soul will be glorified in the light No burden, no pain, will be eased from the dying The epitome of your existence Shows the fallacy, the fallacy of faith In the earth you'll remain to decay No glory, will await, beyond the grave No glory, will await, beyond the grave God is not

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

I am God Creator of all You will see my power Once I get past these padded walls I am God I made your mortal soul Delusions, disillusioned No hallucinations here. I am your God See me bleeding from my eyes I am the light, the hope, I am the creator of all I am God Leteth the purity of my heavenly protuberance Penetrate the inner canals of your sin-soaked frame And let me wash away your dirtiness With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter I am God The reward shall be great When thou regurgitates the seminal honeydew of thine lord Happy is he who gelds himself during unholy hardness I am God Creator of all You will see my power Once I get past these padded walls I am God I made your mortal soul Delusions, disillusioned No hallucination here. I am your God Loosen these straps that bind and tighten me So I may lead you from my straight-jacketed confinement And into the planes of the maniacal salvation I am God See my babbling the meaningless I am the lunatic, the crazed and the mentally ill And let me wash away your dirtiness With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter I am God Creator of all You will see my power Once I get past these padded walls I am God I made your mortal soul Delusions, disillusioned No hallucinations here. I am your God Idolize me now Blessed words of psychosis This asylum is no house of holiness See my raving aberrations I am the creator of delirium I am the savior you refuse to believe I am the madness, crazed and unsound And let me wash away your dirtiness With godly emissions from your lords holy scepter I am God The reward shall be great When thou regurgitates the seminal honeydew of thine lord Happy is he who gelds himself during unholy hardness

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 14, 2025

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