Exhumed at Birth
I saw into the grave grave the day I first struck light felt woe as time grew clear in the belfry of my unmade brain sucked gall from the flooded tit of a hanging cancer matron moon grew bitter in my flesh as I grew hoarse in my throat crying vengeance in my mother-hold drowning in tides of foam across the fevered flowers of coming age Struck dumb the mouthing kisses of my elders bending low in love at cradle height tore the napkin from my crotch placed a jock-strap deep in my challenged male cursed God his choice blasted the blessed in his will
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I met a woman long ago Her hair the black that black can go Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no I met a girl across the sea Her hair the gold that gold can be Are you a teacher of the heart? Yes, but not for thee I met a man who lost his mind In some lost place I had to find Follow me the wise man said But he walked behind I walked into a hospital Where none was sick and none was well When at night the nurses left I could not walk at all Morning came and then came noon Dinner time a scalpel blade Lay beside my silver spoon Some girls wander by mistake Into the mess that scalpels make Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to break One morning I woke up alone The hospital and the nurses gone Have I carved enough my Lord? Child, you are a bone I ate and ate and ate No I did not miss a plate, well How much do these suppers cost? We'll take it out in hate I spent my hatred everyplace On every work on every face Someone gave me wishes And I wished for an embrace Several girls embraced me, then I was embraced by men Is my passion perfect? No, do it once again I was handsome I was strong I knew the words of every song Did my singing please you? No, the words you sang were wrong Who is it whom I address? Who takes down what I confess? Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to rest Oh teachers are my lessons done? I cannot do another one They laughed and laughed and said, well child Are your lessons done?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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Congressional hearings, the apocalypse nearing Speaker of the House: a deal with Faust They come from all over the world to be here Immigrants in search of a brighter hope They come from the womb of the evil whores Locals who sell me gloom through dope They come from Kettleman City down the road Pretty woman offering me Amway soap They come to Coalinga to build the gallows Search our stores for some good strong rope Albert Gore has the guts To lead this nation of goddamned nuts From the dark abyss came a man of peace Holding a torch aloft to fight the beast The ice caps melted and the demons inside Began to thaw but quickly died Sometime soon, you'll neet to vote Keep the faith; don't let go the coat
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Austrian nights, so cold and dank Snow covered graves and frozen lakes The voices of children and women croon Bits of burned bone shaped like crescent moons We bought glue to put our pieces together It had no fumes -- it was a thick white paste Instead we went to a local tavern Where the Austrian spirits had a strange taste Butterscotch drops and turpentine We ate the paste but did not get high Drunk on Stroh we stumbled sickly One by one we vomit seperately Our private prison to our house of spirits No AA for me -- just glue and doom This sort of life, no medals merit Just to drink Stroh "80" in Austria soon
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
You people talk about Death My Grandfather lives it He fell down with a stroke His heart went Dead There was Blood on his skull Dead as Hell, living in Hell They bar him from sending a message Of evil from beyond the grave They won't let him collect coins The one thing he loved on Earth So he roams Hell with a Devil Dog with fangs Dead as Hell, living in Hell
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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I can't afford to live I can't afford to die And all that I can give Is in this tear I cry The second-hand shoes The hand-me-down clothes These old worn-out rags Are what this body knows I don't have a TV And have no radio Don't have a car to Drive to where I go Always on a diet There's nothing to eat There's no daily balance Or requirements to meet I haven't with what To spend on anyone I'm not one of those To go out and have fun I have lost the past Probably, the future too Don't turn out like me Please, whatever you do
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
felt deep the mad world clinging to my wild worm tried to claw from my bone the flesh of the world's laughter somewhere in range dug tiny unmade fingers into chronicles and heresies fit to break the fill of Job flung fair the foul in my birth across the sickroom of delivery
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
My phonetics teacher caught my eye By removing her blouse Some ladies take pity on our situation But quickening my pulse Can cause an irregular palpitation My doctor said that excitement Such as my phonetics teacher's breasts Can cause a reaction that can lead to death My system has no ability To withstand stress And so here I sit, alone Another Friday night Without the chance to cruise Durian Avenue I watch television, listen to music Wish for inspiration, or death Could Eckankar help?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
185 miles to Sacramento 186 to San Francisco 210 to Hollywood Hundreds of miles to anything good We are trapped, we cannot mature Cannot leave, that's for sure Only death can lift us out Of this town and its stagnant gout I've got to get out of this hospice And there's only one real way I would sniff glue but they've taken it away Can't run and my wheelchair's too slow Long for a hit from a poisoned arrow Call a local a "fag" is the only way to die Wheel me out on the street so I can try
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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As part of a movie tie-in Burger King offered a premium A blackened coffin with a child's meal You disturb the undead You dig up the blackened coffin The spirits call it murder And will destroy the consumer This imagery is beyond you mortals Do not taunt these demons Who lay rotting in blackened coffins Waiting to get even
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026