Greetings & Salutations

I visit I come in the form of friend I'm sure tomorrow will blacken In the past that I used to swim Procrastinate on all you can... This is the hard part bar the confusion I genocide the parasites This is the hurt that acquaintance brings Not forgotten yet not preserved Hell is the hello prone to a goodbye This is not forgotten I bleed for feud again I'm torn for nothing I need a cure for shit Another proto-type of things we should've Seen. The temptings of the opposite

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 16, 2026

It's eaten who I am. It pauses plans. It took my Hands beaten. Tool I am. The fools and ham, but that's OK... Well I've fought to succeed against the cold shoulders of misfortune and it's elusive schemes... When I'd seen it all I thought I was fit to judge it until I lost my wyn... Those Days come like napalm and burnt out those things that make some and break some to amount to shit... But I'm OK with it stapled to my head! Play god the wrong. OK I think we know that feeling deep down I'm not so scorned , just Neuro fibro deformed... The truth is I'd rather live like shit than conform and stoop to novelty. The less I care, the less I feel.

Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025

Like it happy to remain who I am... Suck my dick you fuckin' bitch you'll eat my fuck you rancid ho Wake up won't you, enough of this Who grants you now to laugh at this? Like it happy to be, explain who I am... Like it happy to be, the genital I am... This is vacuous.

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025

In truth I clone for a compensation for it's a means to adhere to foes... But it's feeling great to date and I clone you but Mines not mine to mime! Bungle Jazz funk combinations always see applause, but the plagiarisation is the flaw and I'm compared to him... Yes I did dub him and mines not mine to mime. You gotta forge for all to see. The P.Cloned fraud in me the lack of originality The P.Cloned fraud that's me (a Mike Patton wanna be!) I don't need complications of out being heard before, I don't need no cunt to say I just wanna be Mike...

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025

We are completely opposites. You're out for siege beyond your vision. I lost the thing that hurts me most. If not to be I mourn conflicted. Rub it off with dismissal, your sympathy is piffal. I'm shining from your downfall. We are completely opposites. We count the breeds and what we're missing. I liquidate me mighty missal. I'm saving it from awful places. We are all bored. Clog the day... Pride is plague... We don't want to out grow ourselves as long as we are occupied and provided for... We aren't with feet the optimist... Without our greed there is no mission.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025

How did we learn to love you? Now that we've learnt the outcome it's your kind that's taught me hate... Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor, copulator you're damned with the things you can't aggress from your heart. Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on best but guess again you've slipped to the point of blunt and there is no return... You've worn your heart on your sleeve, starched now from the cruel outcomes. It's your kind that has taught me hate... For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and co-eds your patience you can't undo what's done... A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025

The Friendship that love destroyed was not the intention or ploy. the aftermath the pulp you are, beneath proud enigma you scar, you can't afford another error, twice now already agendered, you can't be lord this fake con- tender for fake to the pulp you know you are... Best to scar...and not to mention all the mending! It's the worst to learn or even know that you beat the example to pulp... Not to mention all the mending! Not intended for the ending... Swift but fact an ear for lending... I welcome the beatings and the bendings... I'm bruised with what I've learnt and it's taken me far... To pulp you've beaten me... The halt you seek in me... I'm beat to pulp, unlord your pride. There's no feeling like when they break it off.

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 09, 2025

Swept aside as your lesser, halves your feelings presence plays no part accept your fodder and your friend. it tears you up inside you to counterpart like decor. I'm there beside you to catch your dimpled ass if it should fall. I'm there besides you... Stereo typed and under hyped. I'm a thinkin' that I'm done as your counterpart. Insert worth. Show them that you're not classed as an under miner You're lust compared to me...it's all so typical

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025

Got to take the cause of the flaw and attempt to Remedy it. It's best you take this fall on your Own. I can not pretend to be lord to man or anti- Judicial... Just hang your fate and abort... Once in a little while while you'll feel dunce for The little miles you stroll, and dunce for every- Thing that you can't mould... (makes no or little difference to those...) To feel is flaw? Got to take the cause of the flaw and attempt to Remedy it. Yes I fear the grain and anti- Properacy. I have all along Bless me with the vision that I want to be... Dunce with denial...

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 07, 2026

I see the clear not distorted and you're as fake as fuck as fuck there is a smear in your case and it's as fake as fuck I could not ever assort you from the fake and funk there's that smirk in applause that makes it fake as fuck rehearsed and fake as fuck... There's that smirk in applause that makes it fake as fuck I shepherded my pride that I'm not as fake as fuck cannot find sincerity in the fake and funk... Panorama & personas and you're as fake as fuck yet nothings you forge I have lost the count of all the many you they're often acts and social pains impressions that don't last a day so cake on the fake and kill truth so cake on the fake and charade well I find time to be shifty and stray take on flavour fake as fuck and typical...

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 09, 2025

It's eaten who I am. It pauses plans. It took my Hands beaten. Tool I am. The fools and ham, but that's OK... Well I've fought to succeed against the cold shoulders of misfortune and it's elusive schemes... When I'd seen it all I thought I was fit to judge it until I lost my wyn... Those Days come like napalm and burnt out those things that make some and break some to amount to shit... But I'm OK with it stapled to my head! Play god the wrong. OK I think we know that feeling deep down I'm not so scorned , just Neuro fibro deformed... The truth is I'd rather live like shit than conform and stoop to novelty. The less I care, the less I feel.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 09, 2025

To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise with it's terms. Decline, it's in here you will find Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how? It's the prevention of the mind fuck. I've just gone and Reinvented my fuck! I don't bleed for the things that sink and scathe I don't need those things with tits and arse I don't think I think there is anything true A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to Celibacy I heal like feel like what? That I'm not complete Without it whatever it me be not passed down onto me Down through the family tree and so where the thing that you don't want to be I am not your sun why I'm no ones Is because I don't make excuses for what I am not like yourself A hurter and stealth You've taken my heart now my dick and go fuck yourself I have tried to lick and cleanse the purpose in the hope To adhere one train of thought in you I have stooped and lessened myself for I predict and hypothesise that these Outcomes and they are always so precise I predicted this outcome although I am not blinded By the lover of lies All through the lust not the eye not to be mistaken again Fuck you! You'll never hurt or understand for it never was in you I don't bleed for things that sink or scathe Thank you, fuck you, there! Do I think there is anything true? Love it scathes, discovers pain Face it although I don't My bliss in denial Fuse it to bind you refuse it to remind you Conclusive I bind to celibacy I don't bleed for things That sink and scathe Blissed by myself

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 09, 2025

This cardboard box host the greatest hits Of my rejection - spontaneity amongst my cracks And my imperfections - I meant them all Well I guess that I thought I did And I'd take it all back if I only knew where to begin It's coming around it is coming back again So now what is my damage to inflect upon them All haste all tactics you're flawed if not plastic Success is revenge and I'll show you what some haste did Success is revenge with success I avenge And I recommend you churn some Achieve with haste you want to open me up so you can shit in me again You'll never open me up you'll never fuck with me again The noun projective is the people's cure Who oneself is and how one deals with it Cannot always be justified Someone beaten right is beaten by me Praise for mention I move on, passing it on

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025

You and me, we have an opportunity And we could make it something really cool But you, you think I'm not that kind of girl I'm here to tell you baby, I know how to rock your world Don't think that I'm not strong I'm the one to take you on Don't underestimate me boy I'll make you sorry you were born You don't know me The way you really should You sure misunderstood Dont' call me baby You got some nerve, and baby that'll never do You know I don't belong to you It's time you knew I'm not your baby I belong to me, so Don't call me baby Behind my smile is my IQ I must admit, this does not sit, with the likes of you You're really sweet Mmm, you're really nice But didn't mama ever tell you not to play with fire?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025

Cocaine, cocaine I think it's my choice of drug Cocaine showed me a life that's less cynical Soap and open with the knives of the critical And wash away today the effects sorry and typical Cocaine, cocaine I think it's my choice of drug Cocaine, cocaine the last time I had you was not the same In vain - The ass end of choice has become my name Cocaine I sink with this choice like dung Snow white! Cocaine be it my choice of drug I'd be it all if I could be... I just want one fucking hit! I bleed and seep out all my flaws My teeth tampon absorb this vermin that I Snort, sniff, sniff, snort Feel the aura of all kinds It's the best I get The yes I'm let into Insured. Pre Natural Sniff and invest in bliss Unlike none yet.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025

In truth I clone for a compensation for it's a means to adhere to foes... But it's feeling great to date and I clone you but Mines not mine to mime! Bungle Jazz funk combinations always see applause, but the plagiarisation is the flaw and I'm compared to him... Yes I did dub him and mines not mine to mime. You gotta forge for all to see. The P.Cloned fraud in me the lack of originality The P.Cloned fraud that's me (a Mike Patton wanna be!) I don't need complications of out being heard before, I don't need no cunt to say I just wanna be Mike...

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 09, 2025

Open your wings and fly with angel of virtue I am becoming something more than servile I have this will to aspire That don't concern you I have some other things but I'll write! Open your wings and fly Through the cut open slit of desire Open your wings and just try to Trait convert to some other things Did I suffer motherfucker? Deeds are the things that hold structure With me and it hurts people This is where I belong This is where I'm omitted This is where I can go As there's work to be done now that I'm free It hurts people!

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025

Swept aside as your lesser, halves your feelings presence plays no part accept your fodder and your friend. it tears you up inside you to counterpart like decor. I'm there beside you to catch your dimpled ass if it should fall. I'm there besides you... Stereo typed and under hyped. I'm a thinkin' that I'm done as your counterpart. Insert worth. Show them that you're not classed as an under miner You're lust compared to me...it's all so typical

Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025