Souls of Damnation

Use the mask I don't want to see your inside I will not kill you I will watch you die by your own hands They once called it spiteful malice Now, in anticipation of you being helpful You only destroy It is so Mind chaos The dying inside Your scars, gone Under your skin Worms... Eating... Living in what you call your soul Your words when you reach for the bell God, I wish for hell A world of dead prophets A world of not yet spoken wisdom This primitive machine Eating your heart out Reincarnation... ? I say pulverization My coffin will not exist It is eternally, it never stops You want to hate Take my scars Create my pain But your mind sleeps Sealed by your belief

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

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Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Dead eyes in hollow shells a distant rumbling in this hell clinging to existence, infected lives fungus of humanity, in decay thrives How morbid you are in total failure a leading star, but also descending formless, disengaged and mordant in reason (by all means) vindicate your action, but we see your ending isolated and dead congregation no longer in exile or in hibernation an epoch is over, rejoice, rejoice! prepare for a head count of our enemies loss no room for believers or erratic behavior rid the world of this pestilent plague don't care for those craving heartbroken in times of enlightment they've been outspoken You have conquered the throne of damnation all there is to inherit; a world's demise you have conquered the throne of damnation crown yourself king of everything despised

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

some issues will stay unanswered making room for speculation the one thing we know for certain religious beliefs are based on mythology confirmed by history and the very essence of human beings only the narrow minded refuse to acknowledge and accept this we can not destroy you or convince you with logic but we'll wait and rest assured; your faith will come to an end The truth is without limit who's o claim it on behalf of a human creation it's the fear of decide when killing is an act of a non-existing god history repeats itself it always has and it always will it's a question of viewing humanity in the right context Therein lies the answer to the secret it isn't hard to grasp or even understand but it is threatening in its simplicity and you cannot see it

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Manipulate the beast. Serving, control Swallow the praise of dirt Salvation for me There is no such thing as salvation Chaos supreme... Cut out my tongue, and I will tell you the truth. It grabs me. It makes me remember the evil... The curse stands as a monument in time. Forever... These are the skulls of tomorrow Kill... fade away And once again I use my knife, This time I cut to your bone. Your flesh falls to the ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead. Watch them cry 22 days of struggle, Praise, Fight, Desire, Demand And we bring you the glory The Throne will never fall... No longer dead

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Your cold flesh covers my eyes, From the burning of chapels we rise. My nails under your skin, makes your blood touch the air. Keeping you down, wearing the crown, the crown of salvation, the divine erection, fading your light. You will wake up, just to see a piece of hammer inside your eye. You will be eaten alive. You will fall to the ground. You shall feel the wrath. You shall no longer live. You will never die. You shall make me smile. You shall feel the curse. You will be left alone. You will be unknown. You shall never again be strong. You will never be saved. You shall be killed. You shall be killed by me. ...turns cold. Never see the stars again. Trapped like inside a womb, death prevails. Killing the monster; Killing the master. The psychic terrified god licks my hands. The killer... Feast on your flesh. Could we go even darker? Blood red...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The mark has been set, there is no escape Progression is gone Weak imitations infesting the world With infected beings, incurable hoax I lament mankind, proclaiming our death Progression is gone How can we breed, continue to grow Blinded and caged, feeding on hate Prove me wrong, and you'll dethrone yourself By proving me wrong, you will prove yourself dead Slowly, Slowly I ran my knife into your chest Units force me to stab you down They cannot let you have this world Cause its turning into a living hell Once your home, it was Prove them wrong, and you will prove yourself dead Prove him wrong, and you will proove yourself dead

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

I dress in the skin of what is already dead I take the on the part which the sorroundings expect, though they're unaware of the anti-life inside my thoughts circle around the opposite of asphyxia, because that's what I am (I haven't been anything else for a very long time) it has been written a lot about the overwhelming darkness, but it didn't clearly state the amount of insight it contains it knows more than the light it wreathes me and observes me from all angles Maybe I am to be born now? I look upon that day with fear and horror I have reconciled myself with my thoughts and visions it took ages, but now it's over I can accept the obvious, because it's what you see I can live with the hatred and self-contempt, but I cannot survive the disgust and nausea of others if they were to experience me from inside, beneath the unasphyxiated exterior I look upon that day with fear and horror the day when suicide becomes inevitable because it will arrive. That, I know.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

a gateway before menothing more than a simple door I walk towards it, shivering as I reach the threshold I hesitate aware of the pitch black darkness ready to take hold of my soul once I'm inside one step forward and my life is irrevocably lost though this is no time for second thoughts, it is impossible not to be affected by the dismal and uncanny presence of doom: the hounds of hell call out on me The abyss is already glaring in my eyes now, in this very moment my left leg has crossed the line the first step and the mind is absorbed disembodied from the spirit and soul i do not know this place I'm at, though it feels familiar suddenly it all becomes very clear and silent and the silence is piercing whatever's left of mean oxymoron in Limbo? how pecullar ...I cannot stay here for too long as it's not the place I'm meant to be My fate is to finish the ten steps of purgatory someone is drawing an invisible circle and forces me to count it, nine times is this hell? I ask, but no answer am I being judged by actions I couldn't control suffering sins and crimes I did not commit just because I got drawn towards the darkness why do you claim that, there are nine steps, when in fact it's ten.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025