The Palpable Leprosy of Pollution

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You have been gathered here to kill every child under two; every pregnant mother, too We will stop the second coming of Christ I, the Pope, bow to no one - yet alone bow to God I will slaughter everyone before I risk the power vested in me Assemble the legions of priests and vow to me that every infant will die Promise to me that Christ will hang; nailed to a cross before he’s three Arise and become an ordained clergy of plague, all sweeping across the world to cleanse Crucify the children in the streets for all the world to see The prophecies cannot be fulfilled If they are we will be exposed for what we have truly become: perverts draped in robes claiming to be embodiments of God Kill him before we are exposed Erase him so no one knows what we have become Now bring me the head of the infant Jesus Christ impaled on my sword, so that I may mount it on my wall I will rule forever Bring me the head of the infant Jesus Christ

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest Time to surrender your chastity Bear me a child of lechery Prostrate and tremble in fear You will now pay for your sins Pray and hope that God will hear as I am fucking you Embryonic development: the new slaves begin to shape, swelling the wombs of the nuns Illegitimate, yet with lies they are rationalized Procreation of a generation that’s doomed When they’re brought into this world they serve the purpose of the church Rape the bastard children then return them to the earth Born, then classed, then sent to the nursery of rape Newborn bodies bring glory to the church A fruitful harvest means a happy hierarchy; they fuck the children, then leave disposal up to me Within the crypt lies a rancid lime stone pit; a putrid haven for bloated, murdered children As I pour the chemical catalyst to speed decay, the cries of the living ones cease Now their melted skin lay draped on their scattered bones The maggots fester, consuming bodies faster, and what remains is ground into the food for the new generation Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest Time to surrender your chastity Bear me a child of lechery Prostrate and tremble in fear

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Nails pin the hands and the feet of the infant children to the telephone poles The crows feed upon their carrion Their empty eyes stare through the swarms of malignant flies as their blood sweats through the soil Mothers weep at their children’s bloody feet; the cries of every mother blend in with each other creating a mass hum that reverberates around the world The families that resisted were soaked in gasoline then burnt alive - all burnt inside their own homes As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I cast my eyes upon a mother weeping at the feet of her murdered family I grab her by her hair then I drag her into an alley where I sodomize her As I fuck her, I smash her face into the bricks Choking, pounding, I fuck and strangle her until I cum onto her deconstructed face Once my dick pulls out, her intestines hit the floor Her ass tears then her bowls began to pour I watch her bleed out

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Flowing through my veins is the key to my papal power: an ancient bloodline; well maintained to avoid dilution The progenitor is the father of lies The sovereign source for this power dwells within me - inside my form He lurks beneath my skin and stares through my eyes Through me he has the power to instil the re-written doctrine to the church Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak I am the host of Satan Parasites thriving in my blood harbour his soul in my surrogate subjugation My fidelity lies with he who now grows inside of me I, his vicar in the physical realm, feed him innocent blood as a sacrifice; the blood of infants and the blood of nuns With great power comes great hypocrisy With great power comes satanic adoration With great power comes great hypocrisy With great power comes the sacrificial blood of innocence Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak Wet with this blood I’m a demigod; a flesh incarnate vessel In this world of flesh and blood I feel the urge to fuck This endless hunger to fuck and smother is driving me to rape the nuns I feel the urge to reproduce, but the bloodline must stay intact With death I purify the whorespawn blood

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I make an incision in her skin from her ribs to her pussy lips I peel her skin back to see her innards Her eyes now roll back in her head - the bitch now wishes she was dead with her crucified family As I look to see her womb, I notice her beating heart pumping her blood onto the ground One down - a billion to go; a list of women are dissected to know if they carry child, and if they don’t we fuck them all anyway These are the final stages: A holy conquest; official orders of the Pope; a catholic plague of hatred ready to wage war upon God With new omnipotence of our great Pope we will overthrow our maker The architect will fall to his creation Through the oculus of the Vatican we ascend We will rise to witness God’s demise We now defy the prophecies of God

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned; my flesh has tempted me and I gave in My body craves lust, pleasure and a constant need to sever I am a priest; a holy servant of the Lord Now cleanse me of the sins that I have I committed I bow my head and whisper, silently, a prayer of penance Now that I am forgiven I make my way to the Vatican - the place in which I’ll act in sin again Behind these closed doors I practice torture and sodomy Wounds are made and then singed to keep the children alive while I dissect them Anatomy: the structure of their flesh; disassembled then raped while being logged on tape The records are then sent to the Pope where he masturbates to them and injects his dope Hordes of countless archives reach the roof caked in holy semen This temple of debauchery is veiled from the public eye The enigmatic loom continuously weaves a religious swoon Rape then murder; then find forgiveness Kill in homage to Christ, our fucking lord Drain the sacrificial blood of children upon the altar of God Rape then murder; then find forgiveness Kill in homage to Christ, our fucking lord Blood canals irrigate in the shape of cruciform Divide the foetal remnants into pieces

Drag the nuns from their rooms It’s finally time to extract the bastards from their wombs Their hands are bound and then they’re gagged for surgery Punctured with a rusted blade, then I force my fingers in the wound I stretch it till the flesh has torn; with my filthy hands I rip it more The mother’s screams are muffled by the gag shoved down her throat The tension builds as I unveil her uterus Her anaesthesia is my cock Convulsions overwhelm my patience - if these persist ill have no choice but to kill her before she gives birth What a fucking shame Death brings me joy, but I would rather see her suffer as I rip her bastard child from her womb I press the blade to her throat Dull and with crooked teeth, I begin to saw through her neck until I reach her spine Now that she is dead, her body lays still Now her unborn child is ready for extraction I slice open the uterus and the placenta rushes out Mixed with blood it pools in her gaping wound This carcass cocktail of placenta and blood is shared among assistants helping me birth the child Once it’s gone, the severed uterus is bare and then the birth begins I grab the child by his leg and rip him from the womb His mother’s entrails pull out and spread upon the bed I rape her body till she turns into a putrid heap, then I remove the umbilical cord I cart the child down the hall to be classed and then sent to the nursery of rape

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The gears are set into place; the finals stages of purification are nudged into motion by our pious Pope The prevention of the second coming of Christ is now drawing closer to completion Dissolution of component forces act together as one - a single congregation tied together with one purpose in mind: the prevention of Christ’s birth Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes As they rise they bring us darkness, turning day to night With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes where they’re tagged, then stripped of their clothing, assigned numbers and then taken to eugenic controlled concentration camps This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives One by one the worms dry out in the sun at the mercy of their new master Their existence exhausts itself without the ability to procreate Seared onto their heads and their hands is the mark of the beast This holy number, sacred in its symbolism, now marks the doom of fertility By the order of the Pope we condemn them to be neutered with a machine devised to sterilize With a hundred tons of force, its name is "The Cuntcrusher" Hooks pierce through their feet, then suspends them upside down to be fed into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades With their legs pried open, their cunts align At the flick of a switch they are sterilized

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

So it begins The procession of the rituals will bring judgment upon man As the congregation of the damned you will now renounce the blood of the lamb Alter boys march single file down the aisle where they kneel before the crucifix Their orders are to un-robe then bow before the cross You shall witness the shame of human flesh as we reach in to the bowels of your innocent children The perverted members of the church gather closer to see the event The priests now proceed to fist the boys Watch as my minions insert their fists Soon they will join the dead then pave the road with their bodies Their blood will pave the way for the future of our church These roads unite my dominion As their ass is gauged, the blade of impurity is sharpened for the end of the ceremony Once my priests are done the robes, once white, now bear the blood of the boys who once wore them

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

My convents are just a front. They are the breeding grounds of my disciples. Like turning water to wine, I re-wire their minds. I manufacture their evolution with trauma based torture and rape; therapeutic alterations achieved through excruciating pain. Once the pain overpowers the mind it tries to shut itself down. With I.Vs pumping drugs in their veins it doesn’t have this option once their mind is cornered. To escape the suffering their minds create an alternate personality. With this new creation I have control of their minds. Intracranial implants are surgically inserted into their brains. Haunting images of their family flayed and consumed replay in their dreams.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

It is dawn and the rivers are red with blood - one small reminder of what’s to come Now, behold the future unfold the way it’s never been told before Fuck the prophecies of God I will destroy him like the piece of shit he truly is I will bathe in his mother’s placenta after I have raped and bludgeoned her to death His mother, the modern Virgin Mary, will become my dead harlot My followers, a new beginning draws closer Truth is becoming irrelevant as it’s re-written by my scribes We will rise to conquer all that stands in our way Man won’t remember the past, as he treads upon the dust of his forefathers Lies solidify the system that I have built to enslave them all; a portrait of perfection designed to entice them with false hope Fed by the hands of their master, my pets confide in me Blind with illusions that veil all their eyes, I claim their lives with the blood of all who died I, the omnipotence of this new world, unearth and reconstruct the fossils of evil

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I will re-write history They say the pen is mightier than the sword; and with a pen I’ll restructure the formation of religion to re-wire their minds to a subservient system With the scriptures revised to hypnotize I will unite the forsaken after civilization falls to its knees and begs for my mercy I extend my bloody hands and I feed them promises of hope and change With a fake smile I lie to their faces This marks the new age of despair and desperation I will make them worship me as the God I am This world is mine for the taking Within desperation the shattered pieces unite under me - their new God and master My locusts feed from the inside out; I now go by ‘Thy Devourer’ Within my chaos lies their obedience Chaos turns to order A conquered world awaits their conquered God He is losing their prayers as their children slowly die away Mutilated; perforated The decimation of creation is the only way to destroy their creator: I will destroy their creator

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Face the cold reality Slow and with formality I’m obsessively stabbing you The blood is drowning you as you gargle and you spew Bodily fluids fill your lungs This is the end of you Your consciousness slips away, leaving your cunt to me The lacerations haemorrhage on me I will now disembowel every organ to see My indulgence; the bloodlust in me: ‘The Enslaver’, ‘The Engraver’ To the creek bed that marks your resting place ‘The Enslaver’, ‘The Engraver’ To the creek bed that marks your resting place Bring my image to the void Remember my face when you see God The cinder block tied to your foot drags you straight down to the bottom Gracefully your body dances; the murky water sways the flesh exposed I exist to rid the world of throbbing cysts I drain the pus embedded in society With their disposal, I silence them and have my taste A balanced order: extinction of the human waste Decapitation fornication; this is the fate for abominations Decapitation fornication I am a servant of the earth

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

All the blood from the bodies collects then irrigates through the soil It flows through the cracks of the earth then drips to the demons below, just waiting to be unleashed by the blood of the chosen Christ His blood shall set them free Beneath this sacred ground lies the gate to their dimension, amidst the molten bowls of the earth Once the chosen blood touches to their lips the gates open; our dimensions amalgamate, transporting them to earth to rule with me forever Without the chains of their translucency my flesh burns away to reveal my true form as God I am Belial; the serpent has shed his skin I have deceived the world as a servant of God With the church I have prepared my own throne It was easy to fool them all with my disguise As they looked into my eyes they never saw the serpent beneath the surface, waiting for his moment to strike I have brought forth hell to earth just to show God what it’s worth His kingdom shall rot forever I have no sympathy for God

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