Erase the Insignificant
Enlightenment Centuries of highest culture When reason and progress dominated Burnt by your fresh stupidity Engine of ignorance As the Austrian anti-christ used to say – "once upon a time, the ideal was perfection. Blessed by the hands of divine." Instruments Tools, thousands years of philosophy Saints – angels – sacer charisma To accept and use The fear of perfection Deformed visions of divine Hell's redefined: Everything out of me Everything rots in me You can't kill the grace You can't face her, she'll never arrive We won't/we don't deserve her embrace Everything/everyone's formally accepted But the anti-social lays on a pyre Fed by spits or simple instants You don't think about him I'm the new heretic I preach for a universal love and divinity in this crappy world The wolves are keeping on running The mankind's butchery's growing more and more I'm the new heretic Because the perserverant can't prevail I dream about perfection I dream my ideals made flesh I dream the ruin I pray for the apocalypse 'Cause I'll be also washed away Like the worst bunch of cheap condemned We'll eternally live in hell in common shit But I'll be satisfied Because I told you the truth Also, the angels dig the mud Kiss my worm – damn the world False salvation to deform
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Free ADSL connections 80% of people voting for welfare Cell phones abuse The never ending war between the opposites Rave parties to re-wake dead and savage instincts Women in career addicted to anti-depressive and contraceptive pills 2001: A Space Odyssey Laic habits after centuries of religion Plasma TV – flat screen A free t-shirt if you adopt a kind in the 3rd world A demo CD, no career, no practices, and a contract with a major Fashion events: Paris, Milan, New York are one Esoteric millionaires in love with the devil Smiling crowds united in God The death of political parties The resource of "I don't care" Blowjobs under presidential desks Rebirth of a billion people misunknown for centuries Yesterday the darts – today the microwave Chaplin's "Modern Times": a useful and obsolete prophecy Be quiet and dig in the mud Selling a different image, day by day Apathetic faces revealed – schizophrenic moods Lustful plastic uselessness dreaming limbo It's your time: bigger they are, stronger they'll kick – fail Muddy hairdos, delivered bellies, last minutes muscles Crazy Alice in Wonderland A new step – a new fake victory Eye for an eye still exists – walking with a knife: a status symbol Foolish pretext to defend a non-existent honour The local crappy metal heroes bringing more people than Slayer The local indecent pub crowdier than WOA Keep on procreating Those creatures aren't rare – their those neighbours Silent shadows of hypocrisy Unholy innocent ignorance The more they smile, the more their dogs are used to bark and bite Illusion of a modern 'coolness' Damnation (= redneck!) mark you won't erase
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Community Requiem of wild humanity Defining the social pact As a hybrid theory between lies, love, and thirst of power The more you suffer The measure to calculate the day of your public flagellation and secret execution But it's impossible defining them The absurd condition of the controller The lobotomized leaders whom roots are rotting between angels' shit and the most beautiful mankind's prayers A lucid life – the eyes are laying open Poisoned flies Won't make me blind – they'll drown in my desperate tears Because I've discovered the behind – an artificial love A common agreement and we won't explode Let the reign of love come Let the shame flow down And I'll be the servant of the best kings Not a deprecated son of a pseudo-heroic familiar pod Cut my tongue! Mutilate my face! I couldn't say that: I'd be a psychopathic! Control me in my showcase Look at me masturbating in my showcase Look at me escaping in my show case Look at me returning to my show case Stab me softly – insult me shamefully And let me confess all my sins Disguise your fear with all love and hate that you can bring You'll see the childish smile of a kid discovered the trick A melancholic expression The deep and empty eyes of resignation
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Domino effect The last wall has fallen Broken Burnt hopes, buried dreams, choices never done Hung to a sick heart Living like a dead body To be superior – a personal way to carry on the odds I don't fuck – I don't kill – I don't joke Respect – untouchable respect Result: the reject All the nights B-sides of a clean and clear night I ended them all, unleashing the not-allowed dreams A link of souls full of fascination A morbid incest of souls in defecation Dedication into nowhere Lost in peace in their virtual arms Dedication for a false identity Your silent fall was noisier than an explosion Trusting in flying pseudo-angels Souls in peace 'cause they knew the backstage of all the game Your misery for me A formal cliché I can puke tons of tears You neither care of my new last steps Perseverance I've screamed it millions of times A sort of invocation When she appeared, she justified all my delusions Now I'm alone And you know what the hell I mean I'll keep sucking on my ideal's tits But the fact's I can't feel any kind of taste Now I'm alone Supreme beloved human excrement Devoured by my own shame Under my back, your silent blames Self-annihilation manifesto Let me pull out my last scream Nihilism's a choice Neither fault – neither shame Assassination Violent re-exhumation Resurrected to die again Lazarus walks again But only Jesus reigns Look at me now I'm not a superior crying angel with broken wings That's romantic, clichéd painting's, crap! With the verve of human charm, he doesn't care 'cause he needs the wings for arriving to God So who cares about mankind? Pain and sadness aren't based on a dark coolness That sucks and you're a teenager's cunt if you fall in that trap! If they're lucid they're the key to open reality
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
"La carne e debole lo spirito e forte" Ma solo uno e le elemento vincente Regna chi compara il prezzo col valore, s'impone il mefitico trend dello stupro Senza fronteggiare il problema, senza cognizione di causa Incosciente – si promuove I abuso – percho I ei ama la vita Apri gli occhi: te li cavo, te li servo, sul cucciaio Guardati dentro: pozzo profundo – gola profonda – in anima vuota Filosofia di vita che e tutta una grinza Stilettarsi un po per volta... perche lei ama la vita Ammazzarsi, rovinarsi, annichilirsi a dosi... perche lei ama la vita Cogli l'occasione, cio che ora e duro e dritto Un giorno potra cadere Brava – asservita al piacere Cresci nel labirinto della perversion e non staccheral piu pompe all eta della pensione La solitudine non esiste – ma il branco sussiste Divora quell'idea – falla tua Benvenuto nell'elite delle pecore nere Guardati attorno: son tutti neri come te! Cerca la compagna – corteggiala – accoppiati E se non la trovi, sbattiti una troia Sogna Johnny Depp e Peter Tagtren "Innamorati" del ciccione vittimista da seruttare E se non lo trovi, fatti sbattere dal primo lobotomizzato La sola differenza, nei livello di restare disperato Non m'asserviro ad esser a tua immagine e somiglianza Il fluido dell'autostima che succhi ha un effetto troppo breve Elargisci proclami di rettitudine e'tensione all'agonia ...e che l'inesorabile parto sia ...verso la lobotomia
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Millions of miles of ethereal walls No! They're fucking solid, I can touch them Live them – breathe them – the morbid consolidation could kill me I can't fix nothing but the present But I'm not a new lord Byron The call of love/the impulse of retirement Retaliation/annihilation Hiding from the world... Is this the only solution? I'm not a clichéd screamer of banal "Fight! Fight! Fight!" I'm the first surrender Cut your veins – cut your veins – cut your veins And clean up this fucked up society And there'll be a new dead winner to idolize: why? Alone with the benefit of doubt Meditating if it could be anathema The morbid-putrid-rotting laying in a presumed self-consciousness "Presumed" rhymes with "re-exhumed" And that self-consciousness is the new device To get a new, brilliant smile... Smile me and I'll easily smash your teeth! But don't worry, I won't do it 'cause I'm too busy to dig in my own private Hell Call it will to kill Call it deviant madness I like defining it "will to kick asses" That unsane instinct dominates Falling into the abyss of euphoria Drunk of those poisoned waters New sick worms are devouring my guts And here I come in a new purest form Far from every standard image Standard condition, standard infliction But in a standard failure... Brilliant like a Looney Tune Sicker than Freddy Krueger Opened to tolerance like Gandhi Victim of the circumstances like a presumed killer ...what the hell I need?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Trip in the land of sorrow Where you can breathe the infection in the air Aeriform sick maggots devouring your trachea Pulling in your internal deeps The dirty seeds of hate The hopes of the young More productive than the senselessness of the dead Calculating every single particular Also ready to face the worst Because of a living flame inside Millions of steps – billions of dazzling eyes And just one motherfucker You won't cave out nothing but a shit In the biggest internal dung heap Clapping of hundreds of hands We just pose for the dead The gun of the mere human justice Cold iron punishing a demented guy Pissing in front of a wall Welcome to the land of the degrade My piss will be your baptism, your benediction If living between crime, shit, and syphilic whores (Sad, cheap objects between human rejections) Is the base of your own dignity The sun – the sea Are the same in every part of the planet You've nothing but yourselves But you choose to be dead-dead-dead Never fight with a stupid: you'll descend to his same level And be defeated because of his experience Dedication – attitude – presence Useless gifts in the lands of sorrow Where's just impossible, the base to try to organize something Obviously, something's not a crime – hearing millions of ghost clapping hands Looking for the skull of a living "ghost" man We just pose for the dead We're just posing for the dead... We pose for the dead We're posing for the dead... for the dead!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
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Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
All the hopes are dead I've seen the light All the hopes are dead I can't catch the light You can't 'cause people decided you're dead! The mono-cellular glove Beloved/hated trap I used to call my "home" Here I stand – shy and indifferent Pathetic subhuman being with unworthy passions Piety is so different from love Love's so different from will to fuck Mix these conditions and try to face the miserable! A complementary soul – I'll be again Because of you – army of whores Found your complementary body To conceive your will to fuck Nothing else Another pat on my back and I'll cut your neck Use your compassion for people dying for hunger in the 3rd world Feeling stuck between ancestral hate and despair 《"This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with a whimper."》 (T.S. Eliot – "The Waste Land" (1922))
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026