Deceived Idealism

It's time to regret the day you were born So curse all the prostitutes who gave you this burden! Called LIFE! Yes LIFE! You know what it deals with now? You are just a bunch of rotting corpses to me I will grind your tongue, pierce your eyes and cut your ears! Vomit in your mouths, skin you alive and lick your wounds! Then, I will take your guts out and defecate on them! In the name of our LORD! Yes in the name of our LORD! Finally, you will tied (sic) down and left to a herd of pigs in rut You will be defiled and I will sew your little holes with barbed wires! I want to inhale the smell of your burning flesh Then, I will bathe my face in your own blood Yet, I will carefully keep you alive until the gallows I will be the first one sitting butt naked on your corpse And I will devour you for the sheer pleasure of vomiting you out

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Scums! Chant for me Worms! Crawl to me Corpses! Rot for me Men! Bow to me Women! Be free to pleasure me Children! Feed me Minions! Lick my feet Slaves! Worship me Insects! Obey my will I'm the lord Ineptia Thus now you know your god The master of Defection and Falseness Run and rush to nothingness Rejoice in the baseness I offer you Love the intellectual void I feed you with No food for thoughts, you're on ground zero No wonder, no pain You worms! Crawl to me You plagued! Empower me Already dead, still walking Accomplices in the arrival of the Great Ineptia Thus now you know your world A world where I rule with Art Flesh puppets of my will Your mind is gone to ashes Bow your head, walk in line Fuel the machinery I am Break your hands, your spines There is no truth except my lies Don't even dare to think by yourself You've already been lobotomized by my toys Turning consumption to compulsion Turning culture to ignorance Do the will of thy Architect Grease the wheels with your blood When you'll awake, it'll already be too late Storm comes near, inside your mind You tend to find out but you're delusional The law of the new Era mass control Poor media, you scream in horror But nobody cares!!! Inhale the fragrance of my stench You're the source of it all It comes and goes as you get in deeper waters Conditioned behaviors only feed me more As mediocrity and idiocy are the new standards You live by it, you live in it You crawl like worms, my worms What you preach is what I vomit My wastes are your idols But deep inside, you know something Is still moving but you forbid yourself To face it to unveil the truth Beyond the plan, to reach once again Your own consciousness Now you see, you all belong to me My world of worms, my brethren Pathetic empty shells under my will This is how I spread Ineptia Awakening in the sweat of awareness The horror of understanding dilating the eye The ridiculous dominion of all that is superficial In the Great Ineptia era, nothing is random Walk the line, watch your feet The unbearable predicament of being a toy The story of your existence, same as all the others Will end up in the coffin that feeds my machine The final chapter is already written The coldness of the barrel on you tongue The Final Clap of the Trigger

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

All these squandered but precious years could have been spared Keeping faith with mankind has led you do a well deserved dire fate You could have avoided all these mockeries and this awful sense Which have both led you to a path on which nothingness dwells But you have remained adamant that this was the decent path Trying to reach a respected social status, all mirrors and filthy lies By smoothing your life over, always smiling to fate, whatever comes ow the stench is poignant but still you refuse to acknowledge it So bury once and for all every single one of these stinking principles Dictated by that so-called moral and that will to become someone honorable Set now an example of yourself by walking with a conspicuous humiliation placard Then embrace your deserved misery in the middle of the most crowded public place There yell your pathetic story like a martyred pig and beg them all to stone you to death Rejoice when the stones hit your shameful face expressing the sign of your own defeat Purify your body with the mixture of blood and humiliating spits covering your mortal flesh And ask for pity to be able to teach the lessons of benefaction to your children and relatives But guess what? They won't listen to you at all, ignorant filth, they'd rather forget you Forsaken creature, you will be left alone, scorned and scolded like a guilty wimpy child Protest in vain, your weeping won't be considered as rain falling on a burning dried up soil Behold how they err, and how they are happy to err, so ignore what you have been taught Basking in ignominy, you might reach salvation Flirting with fallacy, you may achieve redemption Fighting all calumny, you must face aggression Embracing your folly, you shant avoid oblivion

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Drag them by hair Bring them to the place Please, no forgiveness for their acts Make way for the hangman Invoke his heinousness Please, no pity towards their weeping Bring them to the gallows Hold tight their ropes Yes, behold their brutal agony Their tar tongue swollen Burst red eyes disfiguring Rigor mortis from retribution

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

You'd better stop screaming towards these merciless walls which keep on echoing back Feel and touch, blood is running from your own ears, you are making yourself deaf Scratching your throat, sore, exploding your ears, sore, ripping your vocal cords, sore What shall you do when you're deaf and mute? Only your eyes left to tear off So don't hope for any better things now Your empire has fallen so trying to gather all its pieces won't make the sun come again So forget these ruins, swallow your bitterness and look beyond your everyday variations Just because villains will always remain the same glorious parasites for the whole mankind Vultures feasting on your demise, scornful grins as an audience, worms and cockroaches Moss on the fallen rocks, harsh and deadly cold No softness whatsoever; they are your last refuge Broken rocks scattered on a hostile ground Your feet would bleed; your fingers could turn blue Damp and penetrating: the biting cold your blood slowing down, shunning your fingertips, Your hands, your torn feet Blisters scorched by the freezing cold, what a vengeance!? Your empire has fallen and it could have crushed your skull, But its unforeseen collapse, oh it was tremendously slow Like decay, rocks poured from a lurid sky And there was nothing you could do about it, They fell and fell, one by one, your fate slowly dripping away Now grab these rocks, hold them ferociously With all your strength and love, that's all there is And lo! Within that confused head of yours, something is rotting; the miasma makes you feel dizzy The sheer pestilent smell of lunacy resulting from ceaseless disappointments, over and over again Don't hope for any better things now Fucked in the head, they took you for a fool repeatedly, they have been vomiting in your brain You're so full of acrid disillusions; they are munching your hopes, corroding your values, Don't hope for any better things now Corrupting your senses, piercing your chest Choking your soul, bursting your ire Powerless, defenseless and helpless Don't hope for any better things now

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I bitterly loathe all shitheads on earth Yet, I'm undeterred to hijack all their feebleness Yeah, I'm climbing again! I teach them how to be the most flawless crooks And collect their stolen gold Yeah, I'm rising again They tear apart one another and are devoured by envy They're divided and against one another, craving for gold Yeah I'm ruling again They finally spit at my face like a louse And stab me remorselessly in the back Why am I stumbling now? I see their shrieking laughters (sic) and sparkles of cruelty It's all reddening now, it's all befogging now My remains are already being shredded Tattered and torn, each wants their piece I knew this was coming, oh what a farce I don't really feel anything anymore, not for much longer, It's all dim, darkening and crimson as these very last seconds last forever I can reflect... Sad to be just a one eyed man ruling over the land of the blind My decline had more grandeur, a sardonic grandeur The struggle for power has begun, who will replace me? I'm being scattered nothing ever really mattered Nothing really ever mattered Nothing really ever mattered Yeah, I'm dead now

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025