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In my house The halls are empty And only serpents billow there Some of them Are the pinnated serpents They want me to know when they're dying Some others try To devour their own tails Thinking they can wrap the world I tread their faces The human faces And I cannot hear the bones crack Do I need the enemy Who doesn't know how to attack Nor cannot translate love to hate Every night I nestle close Against the wet walls My eyes get used to dark Raveling bodies Waving unceasingly And I'm still searching for the only one The one whose face Is the most beautiful Only him has risen on the feed of my heart And it's him Who had been seen by my side While I was painting tails on the sky But my children were given The venom by him I'll keep walking along the halls in my house Until everything of this ends Not afraid of that The snakes might run short I just don't want to know if I have already Trodden that one

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Throw the whore and fuck her On the coated altar Fuck till she hisses Let her spit the venom out And you check how much Truth is in her Let the light Distorted with the stained-glass Emphasize her geometry And check if there's point To draw another formula Maybe ask her for a number

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

From nothing, it could not rise After all, somewhere Preying on rumour, feed it proud Fear is born, the list Growing fear, the tanks One hundred and fourty four strong Have been equipped with horns The Mozart's requiem, will be performed What are you waiting for? Copulate, procreate the herds Of half-hump-backed idiots Statistically, someone may survive What is the owner of the list? Am I registered to? No talks, up and down the streets No table-talks indoor The list of enemies Nothing to feed The conversation with But fear still feeds the hate All rivers flowing red Unleashed hell After all the rain will remain

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Eight famous heads Hung on my belt I start my march again (Better degrade you flowers now) Seven glamourous eyes Shining in my faces I am the winter of your world Six forbidden tomes I've studied for years Three times they burnt in my heart Five arms I've prepared To paint the destruction With flesh and blood on the wood Four of fools I met I told them perfect lies I'm your most suitable truth Three I'll raise to square Signing it three times And then you'll beg inverted Two prisoners I'll release Condemned at one The only Flower which will survive Preying on myriad of bodies

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Very middle of desert snowy ground Human children alone With the purity of snow and fright Modeling the snowmen In giving them their names One opposing another The signs appeared in the skies And started the red rain God eater Your good lords made me unfaithful I shall devour ludicrous idols of yours And make you equal before the truth of death No more scraps of meat at wood No leper rivers rites No taking the sun and the moon down No black goats, no white lambs Just one hungry wolf God eater No more them all Eat my fill now

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I build the cubes I keep the city safe My brain's my friend Known since moment of autopsy Charming maidens without skin Forthcoming in extended line Generations tried to find Way to decode this order I should die, I should die eleven times But I can't Hellish clocks counting the end But not mine I'm still alive I take a look at the watch Just eleven past eleven Nations fell, lands deformed Still eleven past eleven Charming maidens without skin Trying to burn me with napalm Hidden in A-Bomb craters I'll rape them one by one

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

The seven virtues divine Making human close to god Follow these virtues The divine seven Hate: The primal one 'Tis the fuel Hate is what makes the human differ(ent) From the other beings Ever grown in or trodden the earth Fear: Hate's ally This is what makes us strong It gives the power to perform the evil War: What would the man become without war? It devours many to give the power to many Control: The might and reign Its intrication exists Does exist In order to satiate ones with others collapse Subordination: 'Til you become strong Enough you have to obey The institutions of faith and power Revenge: The sweetness of persistence The memory of our race The reason to stay alive Envy: No rapture for us No rapture of possessing Let's live by all that belongs to others And so in short I depict The race we have replaced, My dear rats

Ugliness consists of the scraps of beauty Evil from the pieces of good Life's just only thousands of deaths Happiness doesn't consist of anything Through veins of the world hate does flow The maggots prey inside I take them in my hand one by one In search for beauty Six cases I have with God Six ordeals to go through Six eyes to see the beauty I walk down the fallen cultures Grinning with my open wounds Hanged on trees bodies I pull On putrid lips the kiss I leave I thrusts myriads of birds away On highways empty and dead They fell first as it has been written I look for beauty in them Six cases I have with Devil Six times I withstood the test Six stakes I lit up No more aves in the azure sky No more fish in waving waters No creatures left to furrow the ground No predators in steepes No more apes in tree-tops And there's no proud crown of creation Only me, dead man walking Stamping the seventh seal Is what left to do

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025