By the Grace of Evil

Burn the symbol of all trust. There’s no more time for anything we believe. The nails are corrupted by the rust. The center of the universe stinks oil and bleeds. The main light that shines Is the open fire against you. Oceans boiling and turn to black. Scream of siren is premonition of the attack. Have no problem… War is nice!!! We are the fuel and we are the fire that sacrifices… Time will purify sin after sin. One by one, the temples will fall. Blood will flow the river of pain. It won’t free you. It can’t save the lamb. Nothing stops the killing!!! If God is there, make something to stop the killing!!! God can't stand here or there. He is very coward for that. By now, he must be hiding… Must be hiding behind a Bush!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 15, 2025

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We’ve born in the cradle of the human hatred. Welcome to the jungle of society impaled. The civilization has failed… has failed!!! We are not wise enough to receive the blessings... The cross is the symbol of hope on horror!!! All in the world worships the unseen terror… the unseen terror… No God for Apes… We are apes and Jesus’ grace… Never flash in our face… We are not wise enough to receive the blessings...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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I’m feel almost God with my AK-47… Blessed be my finger when I pull the fuckn’ trigger! Never act against the will of Deity… Kill!!! I will show all my scorn… When I pull the trigger! Blessed be your dead… Blessed be your cripples! Kill him!!! Burn him!!! God will choose the last… Kill him!!! Burn him!!! Ending is coming fast… Follow, capture and torture… Kill… Make the God real. Stop praying… back to war!!! Die for your God… for your war!!! And so it is writing (…is writing) … So I will make…(…for God!) It’s the will of hate… My hatred is a gift from God. Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill!!! Kill… Make the evil real. Stop praying… back to the killing. Die for your hate… for your killing.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Still burning heretics by the grace of fanatics... Hate is just the grace...Just hate we create... 666… The Nazarene is gone… He burns seated in his throne. Still burning all mankind - The inferno you will find. Moralized by hate… Hate forged by grace… In hell the cross will burn!!! The son will not return... Don’t wish God will make anything for you… If God is hope…the hope has died!!! Christ is the reason of all hatred lives… Hate is just the grace...Just hate we create...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing seems to be right. Chaos has its perfect delight. There’s no light beyond the line. Curse reigned… This is the time! No future for the human race. No god can change the fate. We hear the sound of the seven trumpets. The hands of death play with the human puppets. We are really dying in this soulless and inhuman time. Death means God, and Hell is everywhere… Godless field of nightmare… Winds blow the seventh bell that turns any fields in hell. When you die, they forget your name. In dark of a coffin, you hear the echoes of blame. After death, nobody hears your yell. It’s sad when you cry and God doesn’t help... Then you realize so much time you had lost. Maybe arrived the time to take his place on cross…

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

The worms crawl in circles, consuming the rot flesh of God. The serpent speaks the tong of miserable. The serpent greed’s the flesh of hog. We won’t be lambs of Jesus’ flock. Kill the lambs!!! They just want to kill the lambs!!! We won’t downcast and march. None shepherd will guide us to slaughter. Dogs won’t consume our flesh. None God will use our leather.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

You’re spiting in your own face the blood of your disgrace. Poke your wounds with a knife and make them bleed again. Suffering won’t safe your life, but pain is all that remains. Masochist! Salt drains in your wounds!!! Pessimist! Drink the blood of Christ’s wounds!!! False stigmas and self-immolation… Finally you taste the sweet flavor of self-destruction… Every night you join the hands and pray at God for sending you to hell.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

All will be fine if we all are dead! The madman down on his knees and resigns his reasons for God. The cross is burning in his chest. Drugged, his suffering is better!!! Trapped in a bed of a madhouse, if you have faith, just insane, …I don’t!!! It retards the pain ‘till arrives his death. It retards the pain ‘till arrives his death!!! All will be fine if we all are dead! Only the madman reaches the heaven…

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 15, 2025