Ruination

Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers, A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the beast exhales the horrors that settle internally. Galloping toward immoral intent with the set bounties on the heads of the righteous, The dismantled bodies given back for validation and gratuity to amuse the gods of fortune. The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them. Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy And cast down the frail hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in secrecy. A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God. Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers. Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement. Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia. The blameless are left in complete shackled isolation left to linger and ultimately wither and rot. Fraudulent peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality to plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions. This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste. With this power he banishes his followers and sentences them to his own personal sins. He masturbates on the scriptures that hold his kingdom together as one and lays it to shame.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media. The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance. Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction. The hellish elite pill the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums. The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue fives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal, For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet. The sleeping masses live on their so called tranquil lifestyle, they sleep and wake utterly Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown in one instantaneous instant. A man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch closer to suppress the living and breathing. The newborn are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design, A layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance, authority and power. Born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison they can’t distinguish with smell or touch In a world that's been fallaciously influenced for decades Where the ones who offer solution are secretively the core of this ongoing problem. Architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry with intentions of fear and panic. We all march quietly with open hands into global enslavement. Drown us, submerge our bodies in the ocean of manipulation.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

This nation forcefully shackled to the fatigued earth it endeavors standing on, Ruled and overthrown by tyranny and dictatorship weakening it at its delicate knees. Liberation is a fabricated expression only uttered by the propagandized swarm of illogical followers. Men, women and children all blindfolded and misled to believe in a world of utter persuasion. Striking terror in the eyes of the ignorant with public displays of manslaughter and execution grounds to butcher the enlightened for what purpose? Because starvation for power mushrooms upward leaving leaders foaming Across their malnourished, gaping jaws, striking their iron hammers to fuck over the breathing bodies slaving. To conform to a lie build the gates to close the doorway from truth, slam the doors of reality.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built upon capital and greed, The lords of corruption leave their people to rot in the gore-riddened streets of chaos. Education, employment and health, all stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh. The slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement Dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing, for with this tongue will only bring execution Hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life, all damned at the opening day of birth. The manufactured gods detach these withered bodies and sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite. With death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

It began under the dictatorship of a dark lord with the mindset of world supremacy set in years past. Our nation picked up the pieces of a slain giant and continued to shape a psychological immorality. Mind control on a mass scale in post war endeavors, a shameful instrument once used to take over the deteriorating world. Unspeakable experiments cast on the blameless with no justification or rational reasoning. Deprivation of food, withering the helpless into fading, cadaverous bodies corroding at the mouth. Forced sleeplessness, causing the brain to malfunction and shut down, leaving the patients to fall into mental illness. Immense shock treatment and drug intake injected at the vein to degrade the human body and its weakening organs. Blackening all luminescence to puzzle the mind to create dread of the time that lay ahead. A discharged invasion of the mind, a program Americanized.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

The bodies of millions pile atop the splintered streets of a now rotting metropolis, Ignorantly drowning in the flames and fumes fabricated by their own doing As their limbs smolder and ignite their faces steadily ripen with immense pleasure. Self-execution comes with victory, self-mutilation comes with utter success. Their perception flickers with the glowing and ignited landscape as they gaze toward the once populated soil. The nation’s flag cloaks the impure fallen militant bodies, fraudulent celebration of integrity. The hordes of the serpentine lord march and butcher the remaining living. Nuclear warfare ticks down as the sirens resonate through the ears of the moribund. Detonation! Extermination! The fragmented shell diffuses and erupts A conflagration of infernal horror.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor, breeding no life for the future of the world. In wake of a nuclear war bodies rise from the fractured and decomposing fields of abandonment. Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured, still breathing through their brimful lungs. They limp and crawl across the ruins they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march. Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens and embers into the dimming air.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Hell stands still with an empty throne, with an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord. Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin which only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch. Hundreds upon the thousands consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality. Over and over repeatedly this relentless process Thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other completely motionless. Over again. These thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other, all over each other completely motionless. Hell stands still with an empty throne, Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains. Depart from their dismantled remains, far from its eternal home this demon stand over my crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired lungs and spreads my ribs wide open, this cancer now inhabits my chest in complete dormancy. I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs, my body turns cold, my organs shut down.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025