Genesis

This Virgin churns on the back of her own indisposed and throbbing body. Nauseated she chokes on her own vomit emitted from her distended and desiccated throat. Weak and obscured this woman's body begins to convulse and twich in her own soiled sheets, with an abdomen beginning to flourish as her ribs now unhinge and shift. Beneath the rib cage lay a sweatering child, a child forcing and pushing outward for decampment of his mothers womb. Bearing a bastards child! bearing what is now the son of the new worlds lord! Bearing the serpents lamb! Overwhelmed she grows debilitated and weak, staying attentive becomes more burdensome, a struggle to stay awake as her body contracts. She mutters on consulsive, crowning breath "WHY SHOULD SUCH A GOD ALLOW SUCH DEEP EVIL? THEODICY!" The curtains are slowly lowered over her solitary and meaningless life. Her chest lay open, and opan a gaping wound revealing the damage left inside. Her own body only used to mask the beast that dwelled internally. This ophran child scowls over the remains of his birth given origin, his own mother! Only to grow through has adolescence to clench the name of the Antichrist!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Over time in a world where religion has dispersed Modern times have shown these connections to slowly deteriorate With empires alleging their holy books to have absolutely no flaws All accepting everything in its deceitful print They pursue to interpret these pages To gather aspiration and formulated belief Their community now only falls from expanding socialism A divided population disposed One half putting their gods to rest Now to only praise the antagonist against of what they once worshipped His words cradle his followers While the other half being sealed out of the world they once knew out of pure ignorance Knowing their fate they relinquish themselves Hundreds upon thousands take on religious suicide A religious populace reduced to mere filth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation Spreading his gospel among millions Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader A flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization Manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm Consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms Garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation Ordered to butcher the existence of anything contrary Almost as a reoccurrence of times past As previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone All having the corresponding image of god through their own incoherent reflection

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

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An incision leads to the future of the new world A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will divide and distinguish man Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead Reoccurrence of modern times and scriptures Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood In the extent all will hold something very similarly and accordingly All will bear his name with the distinct and original number of his signature In a new world with suppressing technology Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only presenting itself as a form of an object Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped. The demons solution, a new world order.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

As if this country was reborn, birthed and raised in monarchy Cracked open from its adolescent and fully disfigured shell A throne sits in the center of government buildings With a ruler imposing his people to administer his demands Elections overweighed from the unmindful and incompetent herds of the illiterate An interbred nation suspended from strings of hypocrisy Eventually to strengthen at the roots from the predominant union Held from the palms of their fraudulent and expanding overlord For the wrath of god has been placed in his power He cast warfare on the kindred, His military actions compose eradication and genocide on everything holy and sacred A clock hides the identity of this leading politician His speech distorts his terminological inexactitude He remains remorseless toward his ongoing success in his fabricated image Amonst this crumbling nation Unaided possessing the entire world within his palms

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world Advocates lean before the demon's son Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence A low hum carves into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm, An exposed cavity of earth Hell spills onto human world soil Demons ascend from the subsurface Dehydration of past flourishing bodies of water, making the landscape deprives and desolate Plagues of unhallowed locust thrive and seek torment The new lord takes his throne Aroma of the end spreads through the sky The numbers within his kingdom diminish The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secures their safe being Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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I stood in the sand from the mouth of the sea and watched a serpent rise from its depths Upon his horns rested ten crowns as the discord of trumpets grew unnerving Its perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy All dwellers of earth shall pray and worship this demon Whose names are not written in the Book of the Life of the Lamb Slain from the foundation of this declining and now decaying world

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy deluding their designated god His men and women all carry a sacrament of his number These followers with their morality of conscionable age have left behind The sign of the cross and redemption They have mindlessly chosen the path of social standards The path of conformity, with the mark of eternal damnation "Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who sits on the throne and from the wrath of the lamb For the great day of their wrath has come!" The sixth forewarning trumpet sirens, Following the demonic armies that surface from the open wounds of earth They march toward bloodshed and warfare against humanity The limbs and remains from the carcass of man extend across open land These once depleted seas and rivers now flourish With vital fluids and the bones of conforming followers Future existent worlds coalesce into one

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025