Paths Less Taken
¡Vámonos, órale! Aquí estamos pendejos esperamos a despertar muertos, esos cabrones de más antes vamos a cantar e invocar. Levántense hijos de puta van a hacer lo que yo mande chinguen nuestros enemigos como quiera no valen verga, mándenlos al pozo en la tierra y márcalos con esta seña los habladores serán capados el tiempo va a llegar cuando todos van a revotar porque esta vida ya está perdida mis demonios me dijeron puro loco como tú y yo. El ejército de malandros ahí vienen marchando en chinga con los cuetes y matracas en la mano estamos empleando soldados cabrones a droga la hora los mas chingones vamos a escoger la eternidad aquí va terminar olvídate de la paz porque al último nada va a importar. Ejército de malandros La guerra se hincha mandamos los vivos por detrás y los muertos por enfrente. Llueve desmadre sácales la vuelta si sabes. Ejército de malandros Ya están muertos, no pueden matarlos porque tienen sangre de puro pinche malandro.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
In the early dawning hours it starts to snow, we all gather around sweating buckets of gore. Paranoid and silent the shit swells your mind time will pass and all things shall come to an end “Se acabará todo el pase”. Sweating buckets Sweating buckets “Matándome yo mismo para poder vivir” swallowed whole and eaten alive “Tragado entero este jale esta perro”. Sweating buckets of human inferno talking shit they all cease to exist rise among us rape and kill unloved ones sent for protection the white devil´s connection I dig my own grave with a spoon and blade. Once again time will pass and all things shall come to end “Se acabará todo el pase”. Sweating buckets Sweating buckets just when you thought it had come to an end summon up some fiends and some friends as darkness descends we start over again tomorrow we all feel like the walking dead, the walking dead.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
Hear my last words embedded and clear I wish to end all depressions to come. To fate of my world union of hate tortured in thoughts of damage or disease we were never sheltered against necrosis though us we began as fucking mistakes your names are all listed in my fucking scroll dead alone mindless I´ve been stoned suffering I have done my miserable time. I felt as if I was falling asleep in a pool of blood with a bullet buried deep within my skull mothers of fools, bastards and retards they´ve all had their hearts sucked dry walking deplored content and depressed they´ll sing you a lullaby then beat your ass to death unexperted sorrows and symptomps of guilt I left remorse but now I choose retribution. The pale moon fell upon my creation hard with pain and lamentation believe me when I say I have nothing more to live for. I choose to close my chapter Despite my love for this fucked up life. Rejoices the reaper as he harvests people, rotting at the bottom of the earrel of human mother fucking shit. Hoards of no distinct race embrace of my last haunting scriptures.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
Diminish my views with anger, violence, insanity Satan's apprentice slowly molding divine hate, anguish, pain, and fucking sorrow multitude of demons love-making cadavers laugh as to scorn at life terms I see no time or presence just one long year sinners are tied, bound, and gagged taken to my place in time my own fucked up little corner sentenced to what? die or rot? consumed by hate cesspool in cell block eight humans abused the horror, disease a world of lies and outcasts sacrificed trapped in a trip my world collides with the surreal nowhere to turn just let it eat at my brain I am slowly passed through hellmouth's passage awaiting the beginning of my afterlife deathbed prayers aren't answered below, these flames are trying to conceal me conceal me for what? salvation or widespread hallucination? Consumed by hate cesspool in cell block eight humans abused the horror, disease a world of lies and outcasts sacri-fucking-ficed
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
Destrozados por esta vida todos queriendo evitar el nacimiento este pinche mundo seco de agua y lleno de sangre fría recen por sus propias almas pidiendo justicia pero ese mismo día llegan a matar putos mentirosos con dos caras por seguridad se van a quemar ahora se chingan. Catholicos diabolicos (un chingo de veces) Mendigos hijos de perra se merecen la pinche muerte por haber mutilado a varios que no sabían que vivían? Sacados de las pinches entrañas ensangrentados y desnudos torciendo sin hablar, hoy dejan de resollar muerte al asesino el que a tirado cuerpos como pinche desperdicio sin usar ninguna bendición obra que es diabólica piden más sangre sin pena. Catholicos diabolicos vendieron sus almas al pastor más chingón sin pensar que nunca tendrán ningún perdón los llantos de las almas negras suben al final y todos enfrente encontrarán al satanás. Esos llantos de las almas negras esperan la llegada corrientes de ángeles que los llevarán al final total se hacen llamar hijos de dios pero en el fondo sólo hay odio y rencor se retornan ellos en muerte los espíritus quedan poseídos e inertes. Catholicos diabolicos vendieron sus almas al pastor más chingón sin pensar que nunca tendrán ningún pinche perdón los llantos de las almas negras suben al final y todos enfrente encontrarán al satanás.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
painting some signs with body fluids feel the overflowing vomit of protest we all have that sick sense inside take the fix of the suicide sick but he will fucking perish no one answers to his cries soon he will be covered with the stench of decay scratching 'til I bleed sitting here contemplating by this rotten tree of woe my salvation is a joke half-assed dug graves no way of knowing who's who for these poor mother fuckers this is the peace of the grave they've appointed executions this weaver of dreams lost in a vast ocean of grief ambushed and slaughtered these fuckers opened fire silenced forever sweet and undeniably dead they lock us up and stash the key our brothers are cons and so are we why must you mangle me and sentence us to extinction we are strong people trying to move aside political mountains they parade us, separate us, tossed in landfills Tecato's Field
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
to which is born of pure deformity sacrificed and sanctified as the divine entity mutants from after the apocalypse chosen to face this legacy of carnage Carrion of many decapitated apostles You poor excuse for a disturbed soul forced to ride the swarm of locusts spurting, spitting blood as we all enter this hollow oak but they all get to come back weep, weep my elegiac friend weep those fucking tears again wasted away from the gods disease beloved only to itself misled from underneath always in sorrowful need asking too much of his past regrets lumps of what dissolves his heart summons from the old ones given unto us of our last ten days why should we believeth in this so-called prophet of the maker reincarnate freak of nature thou art in divine guidance abroad speak your pacts with all your mouths tell us of your horrid gangrenic infections that epidemic of flesh evolving carcinogens Weird resurrections of the flesh Weird resurrections of the flesh Weird resurrections of the flesh Weird resurrections of the flesh
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
burnt at the gathering besides the stake tongues that are black your skin they will take today is the day of sadly burned clowns they all once enforced the unwritten laws of the dope world speaketh to me of the unspoken heresies burn, bitch, burn with your fucking tongues of heresy damaged impunities practice no more and the clowns they char in anxiety fortunate to leave their cruelties gleaming grave clothing and laughter stain this tomb of cinerary bone yard of the fallen doom is granted and given your ecstatic expressions sicken me prophecy of the world has no begun denial the last recourse of the damned just walk away just walk away speaking in tongues dwarfed holy man
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
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Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
countless, nameless, faceless masses countless, nameless, faceless masses shameless, hopeless, murderous passages shameless, hopeless, sons of bitches Jesus Christ, lost, we have fallen to your knees relive the illustrious dead of nation found across the tracks Satan slowly standing there sad faced and torn shade that shrouds the damaged self revealing hidden sites praying psalm are called across the paths ants shed away suspended inanimate babies pushed inside worm coffins countless, nameless, faceless masses countless, nameless, faceless masses shameless, hopeless, murderous passages shameless, hopeless, mother fuckers the lies, the myths, the total deception handed down by the hanging judge held for undetermined incarceration the multiple wounds of yesterday hanging people from themselves in our own built arena of fucking persecution the unthinkable happenings always shifting but all in all in gory stillness shade that shrouds the damaged self revealing hidden sites praying psalms are called across the paths
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026