Traitors

In the true eyes of God, we would never be forgiven...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Their pious iconography, seductive and sublime Artifacts from allegoric myth Crucifix, testaments - seemingly benign What havoc have they wrought upon this earth Stalking, these jackals never cease Clawing at our gates With nebulous beliefs, apocryphal Born form the callow minds of men Not resting til they have theocracy in hand ...and Church molesting State Their laughable liturgies Intelligent design? Mortify the blind faithful flock Comedies canonical, this spectacle divine Mesmerizing millions over naught Slowly, they pander their disease With secrecy enshrined At the table of deceit, the faithful dine Born form the callow minds of men Not resting til they have theocracy in hand ...and Church molesting State To break the secular contract To rule with piety perverse While the shit of the state fucking reeks Only they could make it even worse Yet they stand in fear Petrified in the face of science Where evidence stands to contradict And deny their faith of servility Defined, by myth It's a fable that should never burden man And the church, with power replete Would sanction the very rule of myth over man As insidious agents of faith Still lost in the ether (Amen) So we sing the agnostic's song In spirit and mind we govern ourselves We need not the catechist codes To live out our days, and make our tomorrows

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The voices clash and debate So many wrongs to right Their bleeding hearts flow never-ending (Like their appetites) "Left" on a front-line they can't defend (Why try to pretend?) Spouting, invectives One way, directives Sleep well, night-watchman (Privilege has its own objectives) Blind ambitions Death processions Selling our tragedies (Emotional pornography redeemed) Partisans, wake the world to sorrow Pantagruels rouse your buried woe Partisans, face your black tomorrow Swan songs, from death's throat Boiling in, a plight of circumstance, dismayed Running off, when raging seas get rough To save themselves We all know this ship is sinking fast The captain's on his own The devil's die is cast, for Eschaton You fuel the problems you profess to solve... Our weary world embedded With avarice and vice Like insects locked in amber They're corpses locked in ice With silence their companion And death their destination They tread, slogging onward Callously unchanged

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

We revel in our treason Our catalyst for change We don't wait for answers We laugh, seize, and live our days Embracing our sedition Crawling off our knees As John Brown-patriots Who force the world we want to see Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Who you'd call a traitor Is the son of libertad La única esperanza With no master and no god "Freedom-haters", agitators? What would they call Thomas Paine? Founding fathers Praised as martyrs Or terrorists by another name? Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! What you call the Nation-State Is fiction in itself Agreed upon illusion Enforced by violence - ruled by wealth This land is fucking your land And not through them defined By fucking flags on SUVs Or Superbowl half-times Traitors! Traitors! Traitors! Traitors!... Traitor!

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Onwards together, with boundless visions of hope The fire of souls alive, on mountains of Aragon Clarion calls freely answered, and with haste Brigades, volunteers defending... this chosen place '36 swept in the tides of autonomy Damning their odious order undone Blood on the graves of our fathers Armed with ideas, unwieldy and strong Awaiting the spit of the fascist To drive him back into Acheron We stand at the door of upheaval, alone As allies seek to appease Iberia yields to oppression Berlin gives rise to the Beast Forward, under Lleidan skies Condors, winding, circling high Broken, bodies, brothers at arms Giving, dying, with hope in their hearts These days that we live for ourselves Catalunya, what is to come Fighting for three years we carried a vision The anarchist bit, the socialist bled Is what we had here forgotten A ghost, a footnote in time long dead?

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Carving up your bloodstained maps With cartographic canine thirst Waking worlds long crystalized on sands forgotten Border lines, etched by masters false and fleeting Open wide, this chasm of injustice never bridged Balancing Zionistic zealotry unrestrained Rivalries atavistic crack the Levant sea to sea 60 years from inception, refugees god-mistaken Open insurrections catapult your crises on Turning into... Conundrums, zero sums, quandaries (The jargon of your failing states) Debacles, empires, quagmires (The parlance of hubris unleashed) How can you say you "come in peace"? Occupiers - Gullivers, trampling Through places that you don't belong Occupiers - Goliaths, trampling Across the world through parts unknown (Where what you break is what you own) And here we fucking go again... Red sunrise, on a Green Zone island fraught with doom Just beyond, the Fertile Crescent more looks like the moon Stocked with, stateless actors, proxy war-contractors Crude, black gold beneath them - praise to God for liberation! Frozen aspirations, endless retributions, choked full Prison cells, democracy - save us from ourselves! Conundrums, zero sums, quandaries (The jargon of your failing states) Debacles, empires, quagmires (The parlance of hubris unleashed) Occupiers - Gullivers, trampling Through places that you don't belong Occupiers - Goliaths, trampling Across the world through parts unknown (Where what you break is what you own) Blood on the streets of Haditha, gaze on Gaza divine The architects of oppression use fear to control the mind Faux forays and foreign ventures lost Colonial catastrophes unveiled They're crawling back - those old dictators, collaborators Your beasts that don't seem to die...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Class is cancelled! Counter-hegemonics Multitudes in swarm On nations at the center Who watch their world deform This global insurrection was given birth by the ruling class And the children of empire, whose world this is to take Open up the Seventh Seal and watch the West decay And the children of empire, whose world this is to take Open up the Seventh Seal and watch the West decay Apocalyptic riders, above black horse's hooves Have come to reap their harvest, to taste their labor's fruits O' begotten Caesar! You can't deny what is theirs... And quickly you forget Just how your West was won... ...then lost

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Incubation, mass extinction, total annihilation Bring on the just desserts No justice, no mercy, no god, no worry There's plenty of water from pissing the wine Put up your fist, put up your fist Work your whole life, all you get is this Put up your fist, armed with your fucking fist Put up your fist, put up your fist Work your whole life, and you die with nothing Put up your fist, put up your fucking fist "Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes" Enjoy the wealth of losing all I realize I mean nothing, these efforts are for not And I feel a thousand feet tall Put up your fist, put up your fist Work your whole life, all you get is this Put up your fist, armed with your fucking fist Put up your fist, put up your fist Work your whole life, and you die with nothing Put up your fist, put up your fucking fist A bankrupt broken shepherd, becomes the arbiter Making the beds for us all Put up your fist

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Burn, burn, Hollywood, burn... Fetishized, model-whores, images, airbrushed hardcore Harlots, Hiltons, egoistic, wanton waifs Plastic, paramours, skank pawns of culture war Fake tits, facelifts? 300 years of "Enlightenment" comes to this? (Voltaire is laughing, and Rousseau is puking!) The joke is on us all Their faces dissolve into thin air They are trite and listless They are empty vessels They are ink and pixels... yet they walk the earth as Gods Practitioner professionals of sloth, so fucking worthless This worshiped parasite-celeprosy, lets start the fire And melt those plastic faces into dust The carrion of leisure-class fueled waste This narcissistic venerated filth The icons of a clueless populace The idols of a nation in decline

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

In the name of gods You prey on desperately Like a parasite Here lies the consequence Six billion arms around me In sweet denial With burden to bear Atlas recoiling In terror 6 billion arms around me Destined to wake Light dims on civilization Gathered 'round dying embers And with a steady hand Long last we're thrown into the sun Spiraling, cataclyst Deafening, down to this Ascending, world in tow Telling all, eternal woe Throw it all, make me strong Never right, never wrong One and all alive Disposed

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Leviathan devours all... Nameless agents haunt the shadow world Stateless numbers plan clandestine deeds To the ranks of the long disappeared They become your whole reality, your silencer, your lonely God And across the Styx you'll ride When torture angels come to take you home Simulated death endured, rope tears into wrists Swollen head in blackened hood, blinded blistered face Hang upright puking blood, routine torture test As minions of the state have their way with you Beaten, drugged, broken limbs Burned, drowned, dissidents The work of death, carried out, in all our names... again "Rendition is not a problem" (until it's you) By what circumstances do we justify these means To codify barbarity in practiced policy? On pious, preached morality we're fed until we choke Our rhetoric, so righteous, rings a joke to the world Power thirsts, power spreads, like tentacles from God Secrets, inquests, illusions, and façades Talons lock, as vultures flock, spreading from DC Dropped on, black sites, erased from memory Erased from memory Beaten, drugged, broken limbs Burned, drowned, dissidents Your reality, your silencer, your lonely God The work of death, carried out, in all our names... again

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025