Hate at First Seed

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Embedded by twisted branches Stiff lids blue 'n cold as ice Mouth stuffed with black soil I'm enjoying my view Can't move nor scream Breath caught in a cloud of dust Frostbite gnaws at my face The earth swallows my rot Wearing away Skin turns to bark My imprisoned seed flows free Seeping through the pores of my coffin Pregnant forest will spawn An army of Ents As I contaminate The ground beneath my putrefied feet I think to myself What a wonderful death Buried to my neck I've become one with the earth Transplantation The Ent is near

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

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Lying down in a rounded glade Enjoying such a funny spell She was enveiling to the blinding light Dew was creating smoky froth She was the chosen one She hadn't missed her mesmerizing date Flying white petals, seduced and living mist It started to rain Her blood started to boil, her veins melted Her skin hardened, her nails turned yellow Lying half buried, she died stiff and swollen She couldn't move, scream nor breathe Something was still living inside her It wouldn't rot It would germinate He was back

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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Here we are in confusion Could be it's all an illusion Who knows the times to come The years to face, the race to run We believe in graven image We believe in the fight to the finish We desire the almighty dollar The pound of flesh, the golden collar Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs Here we are in the years The blood, the sweat, the tears Have made us bondage slaves In a world that we never made, The politicians lick our bones, The tacticians, hearts of stone They turn us against our brothers Make us fight and kill each other Locked in lust we put our trust in dogs Here we are again, The dead still look the same Who cares they're soon forgotten Nobody loves corpse that's rotten Your fathers, mothers, daughters, sons Have been taken by the chosen ones But don't forget you made the choise, You made your mark, you raised your voice, They're all the same, you're all to blame You're dogs

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 10, 2025