Entomophobia

Bow to me vile swine. Our treacheries know no bound. The gates of my wretched kingdom are opened to spill forth the hordes that will entrench your bodies and swallow your souls. I am your new God. We no longer slink through the shadows like rats through the sewers of the great metropolis that you have built as shrines to nothingness. Shrines to nothing. I shall sit atop your bones as they will become my throne. The gates of my wretched kingdom are opened to spill forth the hordes that will entrench your bodies.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The vultures begin to swarm around this lifeless corpse of a vagrant town. The few left are weary and weak from the barren wastelands that lie behind us. Vicious, firestrewn trails of fear, loathing, and hopelessness mark our paths to righteousness. Strength comes from the satisfaction of dealing pain to weaker forms that have succumb to the ills of modern friendship. There is no conscious light. There only remains sorrow. Free us from this frail reality. Snakes like these only exist in fragmented constructs of the human psyche. Reach forward into ever flowing void. Feel despair, in all of it's disgusting glory.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Your rhetoric is that of cretin. You spew nothing but waste and filth. He came to us an erroneous champion of faith to further seal the tomb that this swarm has sent upon our world. How can you not see the duplicities that that this false prophet has lay before us. The endless ocean of venom spewed from his lips, wreaks of death. This is the result of placing your faith in a liar, placing your life in the hands of a coward. Mark my words; he will cut the throats of every last one of us to save his own skin.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

This scathing paranoia follows me like a ghost through the catacombs. Stalking my every move. Plotting it's next step. I feel them getting closer to pulling the truth from my heart. I know they feel my intentions. I am becoming a stranger to my own end game. I can see it in their eyes, They have seen what lies behind my black stare. This scathing paranoia follows me like a ghost through the catacombs. Stalking my every move. Plotting it's next step. I am a Shepard leading the lambs to slaughter. I am no savior. I am no guiding light. I am no longer the way, the truth, the light. Exhausted from the killing fields, they follow less blindly. I am a Shepard leading the lambs to slaughter. I am no longer the way, the truth, and the light.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025