Southern Progress
Times were I thought I was just a strange boy Until God said, “Fuck that, here’s some dysphoria” And I didn’t really understand why some asshole cloud king Thought I’d look better with body dysmorphia Now can it be because it’s all random? And if there’s a god he can’t fathom empathy Now I know you’re probably wondering why I’m still whining It’s not just about me and my misery The world is merely compromised And I am no longer surprised The status quo is taking toll And I’m just sore for what I'm in for Times were the worst was yet to come by Until folks said, “Hey bitch, why don’t you hold my beer?” And it’s never really quite clear why the same folks who preach peace Would never wash feet and rather serve the lord with fear Now I gotta say it seems counterproductive And if it really works then why don’t we live in harmony? Now I know you’re probably pondering if I'm more than just naïve This long-held strife won’t end within this life The world is merely circumcised And I am no longer surprised The status quo is taking souls And I’m just sore for what you're in for We all feign to be pals and allies Under the guise of networking The end-times don't come as a surprise No urgency in jaded shoulder-shrugging The world has been capitalized I wish I could say I was surprised The status quo is blowing smoke And I just cope with what we're in for
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
I am a martyr to the god "dream" My equals aren't those who follow me Think of all the children buried dead The cobblestones that you’ve yet to set Remember the castle in the sky Sacrifice! We’ll give you wings to fly What choice do you even have? Held in the clutches of the God Hand Nothing more than just a shell A broken-bodied falcon brought to hell They all chose to be herе Your band chose to join the fight Causality drawing near Your kingdom is now within sight Thеir bodies, your cobblestones To the road leading to your throne I am a martyr to the god "dream" My equals aren't those who follow me Your ambitions, your dream The cause men have died for Victory is still achieved They die so you can endure What choice do you even have? Held in the clutches of the God Hand Nothing more than just a shell A broken-bodied cripple brought to hell What’s more: would it all be in vain? Blood that’s shed means more than it stains I long for the castle in the sky How do I get there without the wings to fly? You were the one that made me forget my dream "I sacrifice."
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
Don’t you feel the same as I do? Wanting to chip away your mirror’s view I can’t be the only one who’s ever tried To expel my soul and leave the body behind I don’t know why I am so different from my eyes That I can’t see what’s staring back at me As I trace my flesh, I just remember Gilgamesh Had a whole flood to himself Well, I’ve been going about it all wrong A girl within a nesting doll writing this song I’ve burned out my strength playing Russian roulette Except I’ve only fingers pointed at my head Transformation with no real indication how Can I really say the world made me this way? I guess there is worse, but at least a corpse inside a hearse Don’t gotta drive by itself Well, I’m not so alone But my bones I have to own I’m not here nor there I’m a little everywhere I slap nonsense into myself Until I’m crying to feel some more If only I knew a way to move But it’s better here laid on the floor Where I’m not alone And the carpet caresses my bones I’m not quite all there I am
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
According to the cannibals A pig tastes exactly like a man Bacon is no different than a thigh or a leg It's just easier to fit in a pan A succulent smoked chunk slides right off of the bone The meat melting in your mouth is one of your own The fat from this mammal makes for a mighty fine gloss While the hairs from its head one may use for dental floss When the marrow is brittle it's most delectable to chew But when it's cracked open you’re grateful Your sinew is not on the menu Hey pa, won't you fry us up some long pork? You might need a larger fork to get through Not bland or dry, I like it juicy Rise anew to the smell of barbecue According to my tummy A man sits warmly like a steak Medium-rare through the middle And not a drop of barbecue sauce will he take (Nuh-uh!) We roast the fingers over logs and feed the genitals to the hogs Or we mash 'em and stuff 'em into hot dogs Pour the blood with the broth, cook the organs in the pot Mix and serve on a pleated tablecloth Feast on their flesh, drink from their soul They are thine Communion Slay the hog that raids thy farm And devour every piece Sharpen their bones to spears that harm And let their kind never sleep Serve the pork Eat the rich Serve the poor Eat the rich We’re all meat We breathe and we have needs Pig feet trot so softly As we lead them down to market street Hog bound Squeals sound, echoes around Bloodhounds sniff fear right out Say out loud, we're free on hallowed ground
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
My better days are getting worse And I feel lost and so alone So I lay and wait for the pills to take And the will to live hits my bones Existence these days is just a curse And I’m always well beyond tired Making less and less on the progress Of my ambition long expired Fuck, I am so shitty and so selfish that it hurts I know half a million people who’ve probably had it worse Serve me upon your silver platter Like the holy head of a locust eater Jaded ain’t evеn the word I never askеd to be a part of this show We focus only on the absurd And twist villains out of unhatched heroes Now, I’m very versed in the language of snaps When a sudden sound can destroy my peace And if I had some semblance of stability Perhaps I'd feel just a little at ease
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
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Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026
"Good morning: and rejoice, ladies and gentlemen! The Lord is happy to have y’all here worshipping with us here today... and we are all so blessed, as undeserving sinners as we are, to have such an all-powerful, glorious, and vengeful Father, who loves us; even when we make him unhappy Can I get an amen? If you feel the pull of the spirit inside of you, please stand with us and raise your hands with me in worshipping the Holy Spirit. Lеt us sing…" By grace, and glory The Lord giveth and takеth some more The Lord, He keeps my soul By grace, and glory The Lord taketh, and needeth some more The Lord, He keeps my soul "As our humble deacons collect the offering plates, let’s turn to the Word in the Gospel of Matthew, Chapter 19:16 where Jesus, our heavenly son of God, has an exchange about various business ventures with a wealthy, young investor in Perea…" Am I a true disciple? By His rod, He leadeth me His Word, they say, brings sweet relief To lay me down to sleep 'Cause there’s demons lurking everywhere And the rapture’s just in sight The wrath of my God who lives in my heart Keeps me awake at night For am I a puppet too blind to see the strings Dangling me from overhead? Superstitions organized in single lines That lead us towards the dead (THINK ABOUT IT, THINK ABOUT IT) Would Jesus Christ eat me up As soon as I was ready to serve? So I will just (WRITE ABOUT IT, WRITE ABOUT IT) 'Til we get what we deserve What you swallow, who you follow We all hit the same brick wall (PRAY ABOUT IT, PRAY ABOUT IT THESE THOUGHTS ARE THE DEVIL I KNOW) If I know the devil Then the devil knows me And the devil loves attention, so let's (SING ABOUT IT, SING ABOUT IT) La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Know that I could bury you And I'm not talking 'bout the dirt You get the glory you deserve Prophecies by Pharisees Who would martyr their own god Bowing to him like a dog (BARK BARK) Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The meek fight against the herd who serve the Lord with fear Predators colonize the sphere They need the money and the bodies to create new colonies Hometown south theocracy Baptists torching libraries So you don’t have to read a book Read a book Just this book, the only book Please, bro, will you just read the book? Read the book Take a look It’s in the book Jesus loves me, this I know… For the Bible tells me… …..so, little ones to Him be- -Long, they are weak and he is Strong If God's a bastard with a brush Painting your tragedies as a masterpiece Ceasing to remind you that You’ll always be upon his leash (Yaldabaoth keeps us here Tortured souls of the flesh) Then reality’s too real And cartoons have always held more appeal Transplanting from page to plane You'll never be the same again Never the same again Ever free of my sin Raise your hands and say amen If Christ came today, He'd be ashamed And put in chains by those proclaiming His name His cross now stained in vain By faith, and disgrace The Lion sleepeth and sees no more The Lamb is free of my soul Never the same again Is this the age of sin? Thy will be done
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 25, 2026