Indulgences
Spat out into dust Crumbs on vertices Belched Violated, Coated In the spilt milk Cursed in fear Of water Bask here in the Earth The polluted Gods’ semen Forged paper Ruthlessly The woods All basic Molecules Demented And there they were The Earth The atoms severed Hope dry running Shunned by nature The cancer The callous All faithful In ruins No equality Within an economy Back here on Earth Spat out into dust Crumbs on vertices Belched Violated, Coated In the spilt milk Cursed in fear Of water
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
I wept Awash Guttural A mess Leaking onto pavement Five hours, I wept I want out Take more Feast harvest it Five hours, I wept Bear the weak Give up I left at birth I wept I left out Another rut Give up I left at the start I wept I wept Give up I left I wept Awash Guttural A mess Leaking onto pavement Five hours, I wept I want out Take more Feast harvest it I wept Awash Guttural A mess Leaking onto pavement Five hours, I wept I want out Take more Feast harvest it Five hours, I wept Bear the weak Give up I left at birth I wept I left out Another rut Give up I left at the start I wept I wept Give up I left
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Pretend to wake Evangelical A little late Fallacy is your reality And all the latter days Little late zealots Maga hat freak walking Among the cartoons and clay insects Fallacy is your reality And all the latter days Little late zealots What demons! These puppets strip us bare And mar our planet To leave the project A manifesto of narcissism A clouded fantasyland What greed! Dilute everyone Education in Florida Cesarean death cults Helping premature minds be “free” What demons! These puppets strip us bare And mar our planet To leave the project A manifesto of narcissism A clouded fantasyland So lost So late No grace A waste Never safe
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Scaffolded Heaven A prompt Urban the second Prompted Inventing Purgatory Indulge So then Luther took his cup All over Cold cease Indulgences Cold cease Indulgences It took a second We baptized the minds And values of lives Indulgences to be fortunate For the fortunate few For the fortunate And few indulge Come be undone One another Piling sins on each other Cold cease Indulgences It took a second We baptized the minds And values of lives Come be undone One another Piling sins on each other Yet still unseen Finally you’re new Scaffolded Heaven A prompt Urban the second Prompted Inventing Purgatory Indulge So then Luther took his cup All over Indulgences To be fortunate For the fortunate Cold cease Indulgences It took a second We baptized the minds And values of lives Come be undone One another Piling sins on each other Yet still unseen
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Who That writhes in the past Burying deeds deep enough To pray about it To penetrate about it Pray to it It loves its prey Feline lukewarm To ingest like a poor sap portal Hear anything else impossible? My binomial nomenclature It’s me, it’s you It’s your fault and mine Like fusing with the bog Together in the pit Fallacy in our bones Still gnawing at a tendon In attendance and into the stew Become one another and on each other The nomenclature At attention Sleeping on your property What a clean fucking white house Understood, inhaled, and leaked out The mystery liquid combined Binomial in its eyes Born again and you better believe In this nomenclature Smell the bile on the floor And in the walls Around the corner Up to any doorstep Find the lie Exude it And say “thanks” like we’re supposed to Like we’re supposed to And say “thanks” like we’re supposed to
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Imagine feeling so much anguish So alone And nothing can vanquish your despair And all that you wish is to no longer exist But you believe in a god that will damn you if it’s by thine own hand But maybe you’ve found a loophole Perhaps you’ll be forgiven If you kill a child and repent Then are publicly executed by the church And then your gawking peers Will gleefully drink your blood What arrogance Despite your self hatred Tricking your made up God Imagine feeling so much anguish So alone And nothing can vanquish your despair And all that you wish is to no longer exist But you believe in a god that will damn you if it’s by thine own hand Soaking in the Devil’s Bath Soaking in the Devil’s Bath
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026