Scorn

Total lack of forgiveness. My hooves trample on their skulls. The crushing sound of intolerance. Eradication. Annihilation. Exsanguination. Detestation. Smothered with fucking scorn. I have news for you bastards. No one is listening. No one fucking cares. Fuck your fucking clubs, your false sense of entitlement. Fuck your fucking fashion show. Young man, do your time. Walk a mile in my shoes. Scorn. Revenge. Hate. Ruin. Scorn.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Agnus Dei, your rags are stained red with the blood of my shattered faith. I hate your people - dumb & deaf. Crushing the brass of your declaration. All the rage in my Catholic blood in a guilt-ridden nameless grave.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

They do not understand your pain. Educate them.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

My hell lives inside of a brick house. Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out from the bullet hole in the sides of my fucking head. You motherfucks. I'm done. A curse on your fucking head. Your blood on my hands. Years of self-sacrifice, years of cleaning up your mess. Fucking ungrateful. Every fucking sub-group from cardigans to leather vests, you're all fucking shit. And I'm fucking buried in it. All I have left is short of the Grave. I am penniless and fucked up. Empty. Half of my fucking will sucked out. You're all shit. And I'm fucking buried. I HATE. From cardigans to leather vests, you're all shit. Heart hard as stone. Black as crow. I reject them. All I have left is my balls and my word.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Possession.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

I'll hold the black urn in the desert tonight. With bones in my pocket and hell in my mind. They'll never find me. They'll never find the rotten piece inside of me that hides in your mind. I walk alone in darkness. Sheltered from the light with cancer on my soul. A victim of the life. I live high and filled with scorn, fed up and raw. Hate everything. Hate everyone. I have forgotten how to live.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

We only exist together in an astral sleep. Hand in hand in our psalms, the blood of the earth smearing grave dirt. Dead flesh rests on my bones with a dormant soul, imprisoned where no heart beats. Dead and fucked up. How can I continue to live in this ruin? Unable to suppress the creature in me, left tattered and forever alone. Stay fucked. Stay fucked up.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025