Disgraceful Supper
My veins are filled with hate and rage My eyes see a way Lining with running streams Full of human blood Piles of choped and mutilated corpse Lament and mortal breathing Countless bodies tormenting Physical and mental Bending in glowing fire Executed as sinful brood Burden with the curse of ungodliness To change between sacrilege and limpness Victim of contradictory perfection The dogma´s infallibility Defendants as enemies and slanderes of the christianity Stained with terrific fun and sexual offence Accused to be possed by satan To sow conflict and enmity between the faithful God´s rage should soften them To confess remorse under the sign of the cross Condemned to innocent grief by the tribunal of death To agony mentaly and bodily Condemnation as punishment of unbelief Visions full of cruelty Bathed in sulfur wormeaten Filth and rottenness Defiled with faeces Completly cleaned up By divined commandment Eternal dying roast in flames Sin and death Caught in purgatory
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Abysmal evil in humane form Morbid thinking by thousend of souls The incarnate evil the hell on earth So he speaks to me It´s me your loyal servant of evil It´s me offering sacrifice by sacrifice They have to suffer They have to scream Because of pain´s anguish They have to beg to implore for their release through death if I sever dismember and dishonour them slowly Through me lifes you My body is your´s Your voice was expected with yearning I love it, it turns me on I have to kill again for you my master In intoxication of ecstasy I find your sacrifice Full of delight and well being I´ll slash the bitch The blood smearing about skin of my body It excites me how it begs for mercy like an animal How it´s suffering, tormenting and writhing in pain How the last breath of it´s life ascapes from it´s miserable carcass Every thrust a thrust of power over the life / Which is given by god It is dead I drink her juice of life the spirit of the naked body I cut the limbs of the trunk the cut carcass makes me horny The scent of dead body Sugary and pungent Intensify my instinct Fuck the dirty slut Masturbate into the clut covering with blood The pleasure still the master´s demand
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The chapel is illuminate of sacred light. The altar is adorn with disgust and agony. A dead body lying on the throne of god. A virgin as a gift of god. Holy hymne invites to last supper. Ceremony devoted to Jesus Christ. The priest speaks to Jesus´ herd with raised host and greedy face about the coming of god´s empire: “Crowd of god anoint your head and clear yourself. Your Jesus Christ show divine mercy. Eat this innards, he leaves you participate to agree with him.” The following is ready for the disgraceful last supper. Everyone of them is bowing about the woman´s body. The priest speaks the sacred words with an horrible voice: “Affected legs, rosy flesh, given for you - the body of Jesus Christ, sheded for you – the blood of Jesus Christ, clot mess of blood and urine. Take in this divine breast. Awfully fruits full of bad desire. Symbols of his presence and love are showing you your real urge.” The Sacrament continues far into the night, till the corpse slump down, Chastly slaves of god, the sacrifice is accomplished now. The everlasting life awakes now for you. Be inclined to all the cravings for flesh, your god forgives you all sins now...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Church of Jesus Christ you wife of the almighty god impediment by looking for the truth Do you see your old face in the mirror? It casts far shadows over the light Piles of lines, so disgusting Incest on thousand will come over you The day of the last judgement is near at hand where conspiracy of silence trickle away the moment, where your power is breaking Our armed forces is gathering to lead the act of revenge against you Once you have recruited slaves to gag the spirit of the individual You have spread the seed of the evil to hold awake the superstition of the little people Stop, with the endless twaddle of known trifles Piles of lies... Stop, with this insidious game The revenge belongs to us, your fall is our aim You´re missing the vasalls of lowest intelligence from the past slaves, who will go to the war of religion for you army, which try desperately to save the sinking ship of faith You´ll be a crushing defeated We´re stretching the hands to an oath You´ll feel the hate of your nation by us The revenge of every one shall massacring you We´ll bring you down of your throne Your spirizual leaders will pull down brutaly in this war The loyality to reality lead us to the triumph It will be an honour for us to free the mankind of the yoke of erroneous belief The fight will not end, we didn´t rest until all, that´s holy for you, will stick as dust at our shoes Spiritual mother church, wife of the almighty god Incest on thousand will come over you Today is the day of the truth Adulteration of the life, prison for the soul Morbid disturbance in the spirit of time You´re doomed the downfall
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
It´s placed in secret In grey domains of darkness, damned to the end of time so should it be. But the bane of immortality didn´t let it die. It´s lying dormant, deep down in the vault of oblivion. Well, the horror was forgotten, the agonies, the incredible sorrow. Deceiving by the glaring light, ignoring the darkness. The Battel defeated, but was the war won? And the darkness was raising, from the deep of ruin. The warrior´s body was flash through of pain. Memories became evident, of the battel´s agonies, of the victims, he brought. The resurrection of the beast, the prophet´s prediction. The sneaking death was calling in life, and so it emerges from the shadow´s empire. Languish tongues felt the blood. “The revenge is mine, of the battlefield of death” Tremendous seeming strength, brewded by pain, misery and ruin were flooding the field of decision. The warrior´s sword was crashed, shield of defence was too strong. The body toring by wounds he sags weakened at the knees, and sinks in the mud of self-pity. Where was he, the titan full of glamour and glory, he was broken, a picture full of fear and lament. Despaired cry sounded, for the spirits of trust. They had the power and gave him courage. The pride, the energy to survive, were ever there and guard over the warrior´s spirit. He found the trust in himself, and full of the sword of new life, deeply in the back of the beast, so, that it has to die, in eternal darkness
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026