Diocletian
EP • 2025
Know this wretched sons of man Born in the time of everlasting fire Your holy father a billion years gone Unaware of your punitive existence Unconcerned with your dismal fate Incapable of answering your feeble prayers Black priests of inevitable doom The harbingers of inescapable ruin Pathetic faith in miserable gods Reveals the spirit of these wretched men The myth of destiny perished With self determination No afterlife no world without end There is no good news for men Behold the grand finality Of all the common man holds so dear Not just yourselves but your legacy of progress Aghast at the truth of death You’ll surrender Lay down your weapons And submit to the black The spirit of man Is already dead
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 12, 2026
Traitors among us Possessed with lies Weak and worthless To the merciless noose Traitors Drawn to the gallows To be hung like pigs Dismembered burnt alive Witness their pathetic demise Traitors Hydra-headed decapitation Rivulets race in the sand A plethora of blood fountains From the severed veins of these absurd men Castigated whipped and flogged Crawling on their bellies Felled in perplexity Myriad mirrors broken into shards Those who thought they would stand among gods Shall feel the noose around their necks Those who thought they were destined to be kings Will see their blood jet from their open throats Traitors
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 18, 2026
Decrepit lust drooling priest Knelt before his hideous god Acrid clouds noxious fumes Shattered temple in ruins Evoke call and summon fear The powers of darkness and doom Envenomed spells insane hope Dead names despair in hell Summoning fear Atom smashed race left without trace Dead and damned bones dust and sand Reach across time black mark signs Captive slaves screaming in pain Rapture wealth women and war Worlds rush before his maddened eyes Maniacal laughter atrocious crimes As greed steals the weakened mind Summoning fear Broken seal without return The king upon his throne Skulls grimace taunt and mock As the old fool withers and dies Black magic turmoil infinite strife Has taken its toll on his soul Power possessed at the cost of his life Now all is lost to hell
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 12, 2026
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