World Dirtnap
You're no longer in need of a mirror You're perfect now A silvermade hole for worms or an acidmade hole for maggots Is all it takes... ...for us to get along You look so much better now Really, death fucking becomes you!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Surrounded by filth Milking the life from my every pore Visions of smoldering limbs Bodies ground to gory wonder I smell their pain And wield my torch again Every ounce of hope I drain from their tears Mesmerized in bloody frenzy I cleanse the world of worthless offal Tenderly my tortures wax Like the orb whose light I thrive beneath A calendar of screams I see the last of them succumb The world's final breath My great work fulfilled I wipe my brow and pierce the throat Mighty father, I come to you
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026