Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia

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Infected by invalid behaviour, while capturing the stench, of divine putrefaction. Confess to slavery, for the world saviour. Give praise and inhale the corruption. The enfeebled provides the fool, the disabled provides the tool. The Apathetic demands the affection, to those suffering from their own satisfaction. Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague. Testify today's contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed. Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress. Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter. The enfeebled provides the fool, the disabled provides the tool. The Apathetic demands the affection, to those suffering from their own satisfaction. The decrepit innocence, of your correctness and well chosen. Elicits the source of the need, for immediate forgiveness. Submit to no grace, but the pitiful of your disease. Apply to join the unlimited disgrace, and a settlement in the skies. And turn the confusion among your children, into self-stimulation. The incarnation of your prostitution, the true evil in disguise. With the ignorance from your cross, as the witness. The truth of your tragedy, make you justice. In your mirror the high spirit, of kindness looks like malice. Condemnation of life by the living dead. What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core. How unfortunate I am! Cursed to spend time, on a battle already won. The shame that will be guarding, your grave says it all. Retreat to the crypt, and make it worthwhile. Recall my sins furthermore, but still be watching yours with a smile. Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague. Testify today's contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Incarnated marvels simplified effects from such a disconsolate kind. Impotence of the once so perfect living, erase and rewind. Stand rigid for the next battle, peace means reloading your guns. The love for life is all hatred in disguise, a carnival creation with masks undone. In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin, through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind. Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as the virulent truth, confidently dawned to pick the best of enemies. An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate. With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin. Worshipped by anyone's mass on our Planet Hell. What on earth possessed you? Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues. Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception. Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions. Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface and enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect. With such bedevilled faith in good subsequently trusting evil. Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin. With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well, thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin. Worshipped by anyone's mass on our Planet Hell. What on earth possessed you? Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues. Left are the kings of the carnival creation, carrying out the echoes of the fallen. Sense the withering eternity as it fades away, the ultimate graceless voyage of all times. Only Death will be guarding your angels silently, cripples joining arms in clamour. Institutionalized for the rebirth the herd will be hunted!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

The apparition of two faces in disgust, invisible but yet so clear. Reflections seen by a fugitive, trying to escape the looking glass. Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh. The one in front of the mirror, exceeds the image Eager to leave further, but chained still. To crumble into such nothingness, adespairing fate for your lies. To pretend is the lunatic's legacy, privileged to bolt the nails of heresy. Born lifeless into a world of coma. As the chronic sufferer, trapped in paradise lost. Missing insinuations of what, life was meant to be. Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts. The charlatans and deceivers, walk the line in prejudice. The narrow slits the veins, in search for the crown. Profound impatience, makes the blind struggle in stupidity. The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor. Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside. How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful. Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts. Holding the banner high, unrestrained. Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt. Still in costumes to please the ways of living. Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating! Make sure to be pleased, with the ways of your death. For in days of reckoning, and when the twilight torn is ticking. Elysium is halfway, as an answer to the plea. You're destined to yield, fragments of Hell in return. The charlatans and deceivers, walk the line in prejudice. The narrow slits the veins, in search for the crown. Profound impatience, makes the blind struggle in stupidity. The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is confiteor. Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts. Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience, with the strength of the spiritual eye. Spirits of the token unchained and free. Recover from the philanthropic, macabre frenzy. The pale dove grins, black at heart and ready to flee. Demon to some, angel to others!

A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn. The brush that sweeps, across the spectral fields. This landscape is not, without a sense of epic wonder. A vast scale that places this sprawling, underworld into a realm of frames. With a blood storm fading into the distance. Floating without directions, over this smouldering landscape. Caught in a moment of transformation. These shades of anatomic malignant nature, approached on another in an unpleasant way. Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state. Created in a shape to accommodate, a wide variety of demonic forms. The realm of the benighted, aristocracy of evil most pure. This is where wounds of deadly hate, have pierced so deep. Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps. It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse. It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents. Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile. Genes would still blindly, carry on smouldering ember of Hell. Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush, that sweep all traces of time, place and pattern. A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn. The brush that sweeps, across the spectral fields. This landscape is not, without a sense of epic wonder. A vast scale that places this sprawling, underworld into a realm of frames. With a blood storm fading into the distance. Floating without directions, over this smouldering landscape. Caught in a moment of transformation. These shades of anatomic malignant nature, approached on another in an unpleasant way. Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state. Total death in every nation, monuments of vanquished civilization. Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly, eliminated. The cornerstone of human emotions, has now been drained away. I saw death of a most uncommon nature.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

We do away with your kind! Countdown to exterminate, the human race 4, 3, 2, 1... Let chaos entwine, on defenseless soil. Remove errors of man, and sweep all the weakening kind. I am war, I am pain, I am all you've ever slain. I am tears in your eyes, I am grief, I am lies. Bygone are tolerance, and presence of grace. Scavengers are set out, to cleanse the human filth parade. I am pure, I am true, I am all over you. I am laugh, I am smile, I am the earth defiled. I am the cosmic storms, I am the tiny worms. I am fear in the night, I am bringer of the light. Earth successfully erased!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Look at those lifeless leaves, all their precious pride is taken away. A lost creation for a graven image, trembling of nothing but their own fear. On behalf of water made to wine, elements of deception must entwine. Righteous greed and derangement divine, vacuum is given to the blind. To surrender to a faith so fake, to not comprehend while you're awake. Thrive on your deity for heaven's sake. Do loose your battle, before actual birth. For some sheep, need the company of a shepherd. To face the scorn of the earth! Existential parasite drama across the lands, what a relief, never bother the why's. Investing illusions and folding hands, the passion for mankind's ignorance feeding you lies. All those naked faces and empty shells, procreation of the mind put to rest. Crippled and caged, anaesthesia adjust. The lambs of slaughter pre-occupied in disgust. On behalf of water made to wine, elements of deception must entwine. Righteous greed and derangement divine, vacuum is given to the blind.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Ride the vortex winds, with the beast inside. Cast down all memories, from a past and future world. The cynic icons, and the cryptic writings. As a picturesque creation, in force and spirit. Against their reason, and will, it is time. Give darkness it's passion plea! The venomous tongue, the inevitable poison, paralyze the angels! freeze the forgiven, baptize in fire, unleash the Devil at heart. Unleash the Maelstrom Mephisto! So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. The maelstrom of the Mephisto left the trace, to revel and feast in undelivered grace. Pledged to judgmental arrogance in, drawn principles of ignorant falsehood. To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself. A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep. So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. In the dimness surrounding, the towers of the castle. Where the ravens spread, their wings out wide. Dwell in depths of the darker self, at any shore of infinity. And watch the relentless, paint the soil black. What is being formed, echoes throughout eternity. As the painter chooses color no more. Hold your shadows close, when the comedy is over. As the days of mourning, seem to be the days of joy. Fragments fell from the sky, in order to penetrate the eyes. A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies. Lies! The venomous tongue, the inevitable poison, paralyze the angels! freeze the forgiven, baptize in fire, unleash the Devil at heart. Unleash the Maelstrom Mephisto! So sinner, mourn well! Make all the swans suffer in Hell. The maelstrom of the Mephisto left the trace, to revel and feast in undelivered grace.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

As cyclones detach from the world above, and all the other worlds beneath them flow. Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories, sought to strive in twilight mist and penal fire. As daylight suffers, night time recollects. For what wind hath drawn near. So near! As daylight suffers, night time recollects. For what wind hath drawn near. So near! Death has a contract, on life and Hell in between. What was once not certain, is now foreseen. When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor, rivers run red and skies turn black. Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within, conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss. A magisterial maintenance, of diabolic education. Where the opposite of innocence, paves the way for intelligence. Where pearls are chained, for each tragic event. The glorification, of deviance in progress! When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor, rivers run red and skies turn black. Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within, conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss. As daylight suffers, night time recollects. For what wind hath drawn near. So near! The glorification, of deviance in progress! As cyclones detach from the world above, and all the other worlds beneath them flow. Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories, sought to strive in twilight mist and penal fire. Liars in wait tries, to quench their thirst for more. Drowning victims of a parallel universe. The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fools. The world hates you, for being precise.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Chains of despair, cloaked by darkness. The thundering echoes, of great destruction to come. Mankind's mysteries, the dying world. Madness in it's sweetest form! What shrivels and dies, must face the tempest. The angelic Heaven bows, to the ultimate truth. And melancholy grew! Anticipation mender through madness. Condemned to the same horrid fate. Insanity applauds. How sharp the awakening, pale as disease! Mocking, maddening! Give up the ghost, cease the gloomy awakening. The angelic Heaven bows, to the ultimate truth, and melancholy grew! Anticipation mender through madness. Condemned to the same horrid fate. Insanity applauds. How sharp the awakening, pale as disease! Mocking, maddening! Give up the ghost, cease the gloomy awakening. History foretold, the hidden stigmata. Totally annihilating, the ecstasies innumerable. Materialize the vision, give up the ghost. Cease the gloomy awakening! Madness in it's sweetest form! What shrivels and dies, must face the tempest. The angelic Heaven bows, to the ultimate truth. And melancholy grew!

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

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Welcome to the abandoned land Come on in child, take my hand Here there's no work or play Only one bill to pay There's just five words to say As you go down, down, down You're gonna burn in hell Oh, burn in hell You can't believe all the things i've done wrong in my life Without even trying i've lived on the edge of a knife Well, i've played with fire, but i don't want to get myself burned To thine own self be true, so i think that it's time for a turn Before i burn in hell Oh, burn in hell Take a good look in your heart, tell me what do you see? It's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be? It's up to you, what you do will decide your own fate Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late And then you'll burn in hell Hear no evil, don't you See no evil, don't you Oh, burn in hell Lay no evil down on me You're gonna burn in hell Speak no evil, don't you Think no evil, don't you Oh, burn in hell Play with evil, 'cause i'm free Hear no evil, don't you See no evil, don't you Lay no evil down on me You're gonna burn in hell Speak no evil, don't you Think no evil, don't you Play with evil, 'cause i'm free You're gonna burn in hell Hear no evil, don't you See no evil, don't you Lay no evil down on me You're gonna burn in hell Speak no evil, don't you Think no evil, don't you Play with evil, 'cause i'm free You're gonna burn in hell Hear no evil, don't you see no evil Oh, burn in hell Don't you lay no evil down on me You're gonna burn in hell Speak no evil, don't you think no evil, Oh, burn in hell Don't you play with evil, 'cause i'm free You're gonna burn in hell Hear no evil, don't you see no evil Oh, burn in hell Don't you lay no evil down on me

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 08, 2025