Gee That Ain't Swell

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scared? it is on a need to know basis but we all need to know but you don't need to understand

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

first name tungsten arrow gets through and is finished with you second name rest-home ex of kinned you now they're finished with you third name plaster persist right through and has finished in you fourth name nothing cause there's nothing that is in me of you rotting sagging milk-born breast battery acid litmus test severed tendoned mouths espouse (faith in) the tenets of a louse and it's ground covenant which lives inside you you are nothing but a child crying with no sweeties this is all just a game that will end in laughter or blood, it all depends on whether you can be fucked happy to rot happy to rot shackled right here heavenly salve can go fuck itself and so can hell (see you there, wish you were here) dogma is not a concept she is a goddess and you don't know her so leave her alone

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

snubbed at birth, removal of air no more gastric juices for baby to shave denied the comfort of oxygen body parts swirl in lieu of disengagement do your best to ignore life there's five seconds left till never hanged by angel's hair you severed you cannot conceive of forever you will be built up to never know stab your whole family tree and pretend that you're not here cancel subscription to full head of steam hope asks permission to smoke in the canteen piles of magazines hide the view of excrement but is the dwarf in your shoebox really that content?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

pan koòikov is a carpenter. he works alone. every day he looks out at the summer sky through the grimy bars of his small window. but he is happy. forty years of toil and strife are finally paying off. word is getting around the small town, and he's getting more work. everyday at noon he goes to buy bread from the baker down the road. on the way he passes a little girl begging in the street, dirt on her clothes and her hands. her name is anna and everyone in town knows her. he spared her hardly a second glance. despite her pleas for food - everyday is the same. one day pan koòikov is very happy. he is getting more and more work and decides to buy two loaves instead of the usual one. as he passes anna, he relents, and for the first time, gives her a loaf of bread. the next day, anna is back at her station. she is convinced that that was the extent of her luck. but pan koòikov beckons her over to his workshop; he sends her to buy the bread, promising her a fresh loaf. the next day, expectant, anna needs no beckoning. she runs to buy the bread and is happy. this continues everyday until the sky gradually turns grey and the winds start to pick up....the old man looks out of his door. anna is waiting for him as per normal. he slowly steps out and looks down at her. "sorry", he says. "there is no bread today. for you, or for me. people will not buy my tables in winter." she turns, and walks away, and sits back down in her old position on the street once more....

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

hear me hear your mother's voice there will be no resurrection postponed if they want money give them blood make them pay from their mouths

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

bruises come up atlantic-coloured ships are sunk by the shit I've swallowed vultures drawn to that soiled crib a thieves guild singing praise to acid I got through these past few years by adding up what you cost me in tears reason haunts you like a ghost parasitic, needing fresh host made to suffer your sharp wit your voice's tone reeks of horse shit for your trouble to this tune please accept this gaping head wound I don't think they'll be back for me I must admit I'm feeling poorly all the insight that I've gained by pulling gently on these reins please.... please let me get back those senses of mine that were attacked please, I'm on my knees here praying I don't get bleeding ears please let me sing any song I don't want to be alone anymore please, please....

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

you discovered ostrich eggs in your back yard where you buried your neighbour's body and his dog vomitory string quartet in your front yard where you buried your wife and children and all hope so let go, and be a good boy and do your best to forget you have the god-given right to lose everything I want to see you keep trying just to fail again there's not enough bullets in this world for me to shoot you as many times as I want to you'll be a good boy suffering's just a page in a book that you burnt everytime you were naked as a child who would pay to be interred and for the last breath funeral, who cares? I'll be dead I won't care just like you, you won't care and who would? portioned body you won't care cause you'll be dead just like me and this will be the last time so don't fool yourself no-one comes back

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

try to be patient

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025