Misanthropy Pure

The truly weak spread venom The truly strong digest it Rotting from the inside This agonized form resembles a man Scorn burst from the heart Rancor cracking ribs Coating it's recesses in toxins Base loathing within the loins seeps malice through it's pores Ashing tissues Blackened with contempt Pestilent Corrosive to the touch A blight on humanity Never must it speak Never must it bleed It mustn't even breathe Rather than arming the mind with awareness It wracks it's gut with spite Damnable abomination A conscious contagion Infecting mankind Trails of acid trill from addled sockets where tears and vision Had once soothed and stirred the mind A mortal ulcer Agent of progressive atrophy Abetting and defining social regression Bile from it's gaping maw Spitting vain and groundless vengeance Hate-spawn Bearer of all discord Condone it's actions or deny it's impact and justify the unjustifiable Rather than embracing the heart with balance and serenity It wracks it's gut with spite Damnable abomination A conscious contagion onm humankind See it quarantined and torched Lest every man, woman, and child die Defiled by a mass spread of venom

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Here's to you who would ruin creation Here's to you See here blind men We seek to bring you sight Gaze long upon your wasteland Into the eyes of the limbless Grieving and slain Pray you justify such suffering See here blind men You will see here We will not mourn Not this day Release the pallbearers Quench the pyre We revolt by moonlight Bound by unrest Driven into lunacy Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning The spear will silence the last of us Farewell to breath and beating hearts Life drains in the soil Death is where men reunite after lifetimes of unrest And this is the folly of man Misspent fortunes or breath and beating hearts Death is where men unite We unite only in death A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity In vengeance we are blind Masked by a black veil Obstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind Exact reprisal and be damned Only unveiling brings deliverance from this Our familiar and cyclical fate From the womb with warm blood on our faces To the grave with cold blood on our hands Here's to you who would ruin creation Here's an end to you

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

We cast no shadow The stars do not shine here Be content to light your own path And burn what you have crossed The bridges were frail The people, pretended Storm forth with the light of the inflamed Reclaim and ignite the sky Brightly to blind Rip off the veneers enabling opportunists to thrive Dam the rise of grime and rats More sickening than a social circle that believes itself charmed Are the writhing droves of blowhards and yes men Clamoring to slither in Stay sovereign on the outside We are who finished last The unaffected Contrasting the wide and white We are who finish last Sound Indignant The iron to gleaming teeth The salt on saccharin We who finish last Proudly in their darkness Lit from within Glad hands grabbing for brass rings Painting their bricks gold Keen sycophants filthy scheming Furthering the feuds of their adored They have picked their enemies impeccably Very keen indeed And so siege the scorned We are naught but beds of thorns and dark horses Unwelcome guests who will just not mind their place A single musket ball to pierce and lodge inside And lead the circle to crack We cast no shadow The stars do not shine here No genuine light to be found Only rays of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy So the vain and insecure can feel revered and cared for For a cheap, fleeting moment Truly noble Storm forth with the light We who finish last Proudly in our darkness Lit from within Conflict in the chest To be concerned for the needs of such heartless men

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Gather all we cynics and outcasts Bastard line of the insensate kindred Monolithic We are what won't sway in the wind We do not fall As we feel deeply and think long We give rise to compassion This is how we trouble ourselves In the mockery of flesh This is dissimilar Here malcontents are made Wrought forth in the hammering of the human spirit A rising of iconoclasts to disunite those bonded in apathy Here malcontents are made Skeptical of the ascension of man All embattled we cynics and outcasts Raze and reshape the accepted social order for total re-humanization I am a cynic and an outcast A human affront to inhuman beings

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

But puncture the skin or fracture the bone The present pain insists we are mortal Brother A hammer to the knees disarms even the unassailable As you live with every stir and exhalation You are subject to death Justify this perfection Disconnection from humanity A sentient form of heart and bone Of warmth and thought And you still break the body Judgment has failed in the dominant Warm flesh beaten cold A bloodless husk lies one shade from physical death No justify this perfect disconnection from humanity All of mankind demands to understand what is in your heart And how the hands become detached from the mind Dear mortal We call you to account for the deeds of savagery You will answer to the living world Alas Not an uttered word Brother You are in error What fires the core What moves the mind What enables the man Cancer in the mind and marrow An unacceptable disorder of cruel decision and shrewd awareness The living world is burning to treat the affliction To rip out the cancer For dear life No defense will mend a broken bone No words are healing bleeding wounds Let yourself bleed if you are to let blood Brother You are in error

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Nothing that breathes is above betrayal Nothing that breathes is divine Out from the shadows well wisher The gleam of your blade gives you away Drawn from me My smiling assassin Meet the blood that moved you The blood of encouragement Spilling as common water They will serve you Long live the king Soak up to your arms in his blood Long live the king They will serve you well And you loyal friend Leave an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep How terribly cold I breathe and count my shallow breaths Add another edge Be sure to twist the blade I come one Come all to this A celebration of treachery and twisted flesh Fall in Stain your steel in festive red Here were the sheep are butchers A fresh patch of skin to pierce One cannot resist Unsteady steps Each waning Determined for purchase I am He who falters Stricken with one thousand blades With unsteady steps I find my balance in deception Step by burning step Warm in the presence of malice Barefoot among a skulk of men Eyes ahead and taller still I never look back No I knew not your names I knew not your numbers I knew you all too well Two blades for every inc of flesh Ensanguined This is that which did not kill me There's always room for one more blade Not such a sight for sore eyes The harrowed form of living will Bent and black And so terribly cold There's always strength for one last breath

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

One scorched Three burning Worlds given to hell And man is helpless amongst the cinders How lightly we tread Today is the tomorrow that was never to come Scourge of six thousand years Under duress of the hook and pull With bones from and to the dust Sod retakes it's claim Transience is lost And petty beats will now learn how precious little they truly own They reap amends The stench of tresses on hot coals Hooves of flames trample man into the embers The melting of malformed clay into a molten expanse Dare you cry for the gods Cry for the ages of desecration and four disfigured spheres The spheres make so your fate Shed your tears for our thirsting lakes We grow weary fro the searing heat Disturb no this sleep Distort not this placid sea This is the hour of extinction A respite in the shedding of the weight of life Life ebbing away One scorched Three burning Worlds given to hell And man is reduced to cinders How lightly we tread Never regenerate We ashen sisters Restore and melt again The ash in the lungs of arsonists is deadly This is the uncreation of man Mothers How will we breathe

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

From flesh to steel I fortify this easily splintered bone Into a stronghold of will As the balance of man lay beaten In the wake of its own In the wake of its own frailty Hollow words will burn Hollow men will burn A horde eager to accept deceit And more so to speak it Words will sear the throats of all who freely beguile The truth burns through my veins And in my black heart Breathe the flame that will overwhelm you; Flaw Flaw ignites swiftly A horde eager to accept deceit And more so to speak it Words will sear the throats of all who freely beguile Breathe the flame A product of conceit so absorbed and vain that he thinks himself divine; He is sure to die Deprived of life And man must truly be God; For He has tried so hard to create me in His image Deprived of life A formless shadow deprived of life I am the wayward son of man My fathers have darkened What was the warmest heart the world would have ever known Relish in what you have created Deprived of life A formless shadow deprived of life Set your body ablaze How can flesh be arrogant when it is so easily charred A lesson need be learned These blistered hands will come to be The iron fist that bestows true and proper perspective Set your body ablaze Set your body ablaze Burn Hollow words will burn and hollow men will burn Hollow words will burn and hollow men will burn

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

Slow suffocation beneath the clouds The crusade for humanity is nearly lost Fumes of foul temperament thicken the air Envenomed by beings of inborn transgression If the wicked are never to rest Surely they will not be saved And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless A glimpse of life in the midst of death This side of romance and delusion always dies You So selfless and concerned are no exception There are only those who do not care and those who would do you harm The remains of salvation lies in the graveyards Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the souless Suffer this small truth In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass Repeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness of a grim tomorrow Be winged Free from the mire of men Be winged Leave the dead soil to the dying Inherit the wind Soar from the coils that asphyxiate you Be winged and climb high with a wingspan to humble mankind

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026

I. THEY CONGREGATE TO MOURN No We did not welcome the day Though we quietly pled for the end inside Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare This we take to our graves II. THE PERSECUTION OF EVERY NEXT BREATH True living and breathing death Every breath is surely the last But another How many more will follow And another How many more can be endured Broken whispers Shy touches to passing flesh A twitch of life A cold shudder Defy the instinct to recoil Yet another breath Ignore your pain You are not your own You are the strength of life and love To usher in the end Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become Submit to fear Bow to sorrow Assent to death The cold governs by decree Yes We welcome the day Precisely by the hour We plead for the grave This our bitter confession Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss Death holds dominion over more than dying Aching for the next reachable paradise Awaiting the last Dear Lord Not another breath Cold lord imparts the loss Bound with resulting reflection Deep and deprecating Was I mindful Have I suffered Am I of warmth Worth affection Capable of love A vessel of hate and bitterness In this death so close Beset with travail I am aware of every fault and failure III. GO FORTH TO LIFE Now rest Leave your venom behind May we all have such strength

Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 21, 2026