The Art of Castrating Natalism
I'm wondering of Where's the answer? Endless searching for a reason Of their suffering Inside us all Inside of yourself is a palace Why do they create So much issue? There is no goal It is radiating from a bleeding arrow There is nothing to do There I see all of nothing There I see no pride Inside us all There's a bleeding heart Torn and fallen Through disease Life is not beautiful
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
I know that time is failing As the scars collapse Sun is gone tomorrow Bleeding through And its all gone Nothing to lose Sky bleeding through It's all gone Nothing to lose The outcry of procreation Mother, torturer of children Shall be stoned Father, burdener of life Driving wheel of ill Shall be hanged Always
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
And as the glare of life Flickers from the womb Slowly decays An entropy still Erodes each being From each womb is a grave And each day its decay Nothing will last And color turn gray And as the glare of life Leaves from its eyes Slowly fades Shallow decay From each womb is a grave And each day its decay Nothing will last And color turn to gray
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
Worthless man You know nothing You defile everything Your touch is rot Worthless man you claim nothing of your own And you heal No such wounds And you breathe a vile poison Worthless man I see a truth Spawn from your emptiness You live a rotten existence And in your arrogance you multiply And corrupt the light Of reason You can be broken You will be dismantled A seed left withered With a new meaning
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
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Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026