La Strada
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He was free of earthly burdens and rode the roads of dusty decay with horses and wagons not his own In every town he found friends so jolly In the east he robbed an oldster In the west he burned the fields of a sick man In the woods besides the town of south lies the corpse of a young boy The beggar in the north he did not meet A strong smell of love he left after him Daughters, whores and virtuous wives all equally privileged to taste his lust All left lying around naked and drunk As decades of sloth passed by villains like him started spawning out from the septic vulva of mankind Wicked brothers for the ugly children A horseless man is a woeless man but at the end of the day nothing but a static man Like those willing daughters there were horses everywhere Horses to head north with Horses for free Sentient vehicles have their owners Some of them old and clever Who know when to look after their goods Attempt of arrogance in broad daylight never to be realized As farmer’s wand spoke to the thief How clear and commanding was its voice Look at the poor bastard crawling in pain Through the veil of blood he's able to perceive purity in the dirt In the blue of the bruises a glimpse of heaven In the sound of cracking jaws the bells of the easter mass Writhing in the gutter crying with a voice that of a lion Glamorous joy to crawl in the dirt Silent ecstasy of humiliating pain Elation in submission like never before The glory of defamation from the stake of an old man Earth like butter and circulating winds A ferrous scent all over Ecstacy and gratitude Blood freshly spilled in the sunlight is perhaps the most beautiful colour that is to be found in nature
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
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Behold For I have drunk the earthly venoms Intoxicated Of supremacies mundane Forty-two months of starlit spring It all was veiled in wormwood and sleep Summers past and left to decompose my seven heads and devoured tail And I crawled back to where nothing matters and death is but a servant In sulphur-yellow rooms I'm enlightened by darkness The birds they didn't come For all the oppression another law For all the love another life Truly I am the path of the righteous I am the spear of the mightier one
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026