Sin / Pecado
Slow down. God can hear you.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
For that viper that grows inside your head she remains there waiting to be fed self made parasite speculating about the end Can you forgive her? Back into the womb of this holy woman else pregnant of an entire breed of men afraid to create, to take place and to proceed Can you forgive them ? They promised me a miracle a private god for me to hold Can you forgive me? They promised me a miracle someone to really love Can you forgive me ? Your handmade god is back into your womb Is it right to indulge on an ecstasy of creating a god that sees what I see, looks exactly like me ,rather what I wanted to be Can you forgive me? For that viper that grew inside my head for having betrayed you so well can you forgive me ? They promised me a miracle when all my crimes will be just one but now is gone They promised me a miracle. Back to your womb it feels so cold.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
Men with both roots and wings they tie us down and ask us to leave they are teachings unheard, they are bodies on smoke Men with both roots and wings at a singular voice, we moan our teachings mislead, our teachings like smoke we sleep between the storm that was and the storm which has to come We've learnt to learn everywhere and the very own nature has taught us to wait difference does sound like sin, equality reliefs and that fame rhymes with hate yet everything is fair on the intervals of your death Misguided demons or forthcoming heroes each one with an important name nothing else than an important name. Men with both roots and wings at a certain time, we are one our little tricks, our innocence stubborn Men with just little wings, men with just little minds Men with just little eyes, men with just little deeds Sleeping between the storm that was and the wind which fails to come (and finally) blow us away.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
Have you ever loved a woman who instead of give or trade has seduced you with a trade Have you ever loved this man ?
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
Have you ever loved a woman who should be that little intruder in the one that you should be Share the snake with us, swallow the snake for us… Have you ever loved a woman who instead of give or take would seduce you with a trade Share the snake with us, swallow the snake for us… You have learnt heaven through impure lips so different from what you have been told so different from what you have seen And now that you learnt you will have to release the tender arms of a woman which would have strangled you to let you live you will have to elect the fainting arms of this cross which are just killing you to let you live… Share the snake with us, follow the snake with us…
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Would you pay by surprise? Feasting on the dead's cultures? And Christ what should I say more? But honestly, I love that Yes, everyone has a price Why is everyone so suprised? And there is always a claw at the end of each hand They strecht down to help you (They) strecht down to hurt you Look at me and see your child (had you been this good child) (and) learn from your little girl As she suicides once more and then you have failed to be there Too involved in tuning the world's daily lecture on the vulture culture (God has surprise I really had - had to watch the .... But when I'm offered of dead cultures I can't see anymore I have to lie) Everything has its price is everyone satisfied ? Let me show you my sex at the palm of each hand It goes back and protects you It ends up fucking you Just tune me once more and just try me once more Just turn me on Just tune me once more Just try me once more Just drive me once more Just turn me on Just tune me once more Sell me out, sell me out, sell me out, sell me... Yes, everyone has a price Yes, everything is a prize Let me show you my suprise, let me show you my suprise Does it turn you on to keep on tuning on this vulture culture ? Vulture Culture - are you satisfied ? Let ME show YOU my suprise...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
(a hell of a place) Let me welcome you to that special place where EVERYONE is YOURS (Let me welcome you to that special place) and (where) YOU are EVERYONE'S (Eurotica) Let me welcome you to that special place where EVERYONE is SANE Let me welcome you to that special place where YOU are EVERYONE'S (Eurotica) Let us spare you the GRIEF that to BE YOURSELF might bring You are here to be AMUSED maybe confused or misused to be a living METAPHOR of this MODERN, great swing Just DRINK and EAT and do not FORGET to play always SAFE INTERCOURSE (in this human sized and human shaped zoo) WE do not mind to PROGRESS alone WE do not mind to take it on, (WE do not mind) to take CONTROL WE do not mind to be YOU. (Eurotica) where I wanna be where I wanna live
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
Approach and try to live me backwards then without looking behind surviving is somewhat confusing although I never mind if only silence could ever talk how loud will be the voice of this sincerely yours, violently yours without you, I am mute without you, raped and nude, no one can touch me like I do If only you could crawl by yourself and release me from all your weight would I still love you to the point of hate? Cherish my guilt and then juggle with it that paper Jesus on your bedroom wall will bleeds us to redeem Without you, I am mute without you, raped and nude, no one can hurt me like you do I want to know how it feels to proceed without sharing it your devil disguise is breaking your face is now so crude conscious blind and deaf and mute it is the only way to be just near of you it is the only way to show myself to you Without you, I am mute raped and nude, without you…
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
Tomorrow, will you wake up ? and instead of eyes, we will be born with blindfolds Tomorrow will I wake up ? And from my mouth will flee a song. Tomorrow I will wake up with this strange need of not to belong Tomorrow I will wake up just to copy whatever is wrong Tomorrow I will wake up in a cage of perfect gold Tomorrow, will I wake up? Hope in tongue, golden song. Tomorrow I will wake up with an innate appetite to be just one of yours Tomorrow I will wake up and try everything not to be alone Tomorrow will I wake up? And try everything to be alone. Incise, open wide from the inside cast out, see what is still left of live Secure for me the status of a prime suspect Tying the hands of a blindman Teaching the colours to a blindman and ask him to react, and ask him to react Tomorrow I will finally feel a natural will of being artificial Into Decadance with elegance.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you smiled to me ? Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you sang to me ? They say that God is inside us all, and sometimes He is not in the way that I have preached for to wish to but God is my lover and I love him too. He acts in mysterious ways He has such mysterious shapes – I know them all from inside out and in one by one I do believe – no matter how and They say the tongue who prays is the tongue which licks and that the ones who kneel in four shall stand to be loved by God without having the grace to see who is behind them now, wearing God's face the Judgement day is not ever far away but to how many did it came long before the puberty Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you smiled to me ? Hey you little Jesus bride, why have you sang to me? As they select themselves and cut in innocent flesh what Jesus really meant by: "Let the children come to me…" Hey you little Jesus bride, be my wife, be my wife…
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025
Put your arms around my neck just like a pathetic lace of death displays like a tarot deck I am the card of the hanged man and here I stand with a flame on my hand do you understand? If there is hope for me she is flirting with the breeze on a peculiar choreography with the dead arms of some old southern tree silently, lips sealed against me silently, wanna walk with me? And it makes you wanna know if in all the stories the truth is really told And it makes you wanna reborn and like a snake crawl every warm season Into a different form When you can still kill me, when you can still cure me. Cure me. Put your lace around my face just like a fairytale through the blank of my closed eyes you can foresee the rope within And it makes you wanna know how deep have you truly flown And it makes you wanna ride through the fake suicide of someone already dead inside Still you walk with me, silently and it makes you wanna disclaim something you had really never learnt and it makes you wanna stay forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man Here I stand. To understand. Violently. I have you with me.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
They insist…
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025