The Post-Apocalyptic Servant

A profession comes with darkness A profession to decrease the mind Lower life-forms A second nature Delivered to erase mankind The science exercised by the prophet The prophet which will be condemned Dark landscapes and total destruction Development of the worst that's his intent Maintain cruelty, that's the science Behind the torture-skills, and darkness forever "Science of the prophecy! Prophecy! Science of the prophecy!"

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Struggle of opposites See the bleeding Gods Death needs no angels Skewers in His scrotch Eaten to the tail Only remainders are left The spreading wings of fear killed for theft Theft of dark influence, the perception of pain The gods fight a wa for the malicious, to retain Feathers circling Stick through the heart A blood-soaked dress The pain of wrath Darkness will reign Death is heir apparent Surviving the struggle Giving commandments "To allow the acts of God The underworld shall fall apart A solution brought with pleasure A stick through the heart To abandon all intruders All done by the macabre God! The macabre God!"

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

The sculpture of obsession Determined to reveal The neglected worship of a so-called god The sculpture of delusion The carnal saints must die to work on progress for the statue of real hate Sculpture of cutted flesh Made to obey the sinners Mandatory madness for every human brain The sculpture of delusion increases the filthy mind with hate towards the holy and fear of Thy Father The sculpture of hate created by mincers Flesh becomes art Mutant skin decoration The sculpture of insanity created by butchers A feast of limbs and bones taken from the morgue "Sculpture of insanity Sculpture of cut flesh Sculpture of insanity A sculpture of rotten mash"

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

After a million year break mankind survived in vain By the lack of a rich soil Only black vegs are obtain For there is nothing left then despair and an endless sight The force manipulates them "your own flesh is a delight" The zest for life becomes less Emotions drained by the Grim Primary urgencies of existence for the salvation of Him The end of all that conquers the beginning of damnation They will all suffer under common sad desperation "The zest for life drained by the Grim The end of all that conquers Desperation of new times"

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Through a valley of chaos an angel comes In her hallucinating slumber she's hobbing to the prom With a litthe of conscious she's hoping for a wonder A feast of death is what she finds With her blue eyes marked by depths of fear She feels the sorrow while she's looking for peers Wandering in loneliness Desperation takes control The dark atmosphere creates the perfect fail Playing tricks with evil there is hope to live But mortal and weak the masquerade of the angel will be revealed "Masquerade of an Angel Pain revealed bydarkness Fading away the pain Also this life will end"

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Discrepancy of death In the Dome of Pleasure Bloodhound instinct A killers breath A swirl of organs Gutted from the body Murderers conflict A forlorn massacre No aim for life But comprehension for mutiny A game of death A pleasure to survive Caged mutants Spreading limbs Failure of evolution Overcome its disease The Dome means salvation No acceptance for survival-mode in all their shrines This is pleasure "The Dome of Pleasure The Dome of pleasure Be arranged The Dome of Pleasure The Dome of pleasure Deranged"

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

The mayhem of this time brought by the servant Bringer of new eras The servant of the death Obtained destiny Obscurity of the cross New birth of mankind, in a time of desolation A mutant race formed by post-apocalyptic soldiers Powered by the wicked, the hooligans of the godless Extinction by cannibalism by eating inbreeding meat Implanted slave-brains with no conscious awareness The post-apocalyptic servant and his army of leeches This means the end of mankind and the beginning of a time to die - "The post-apocalyptic servant Leader of the death Mutant life forms created Forlorn race will come instead"

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Follow the stench Of tattered skin pieces Separated by cruelty And machinegun fire Execrated life forms Intented to be filleting The skills of sickness For lust and art Like a sculptor with insanity The torture will be massive Skull battered flesh The definition of beauty The day has come To deliver a collage Filled with hate and pain Colored by meat and blood Even the godz will enjoy This gruesome painting Symbolizing a new period The art of skin decoration Art... by the skills of sickness Art... by the skills of sickness

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

The flesh infused with chems and ready to be cut The skin of a crippled The legacy of wrath Raincoat against all fear A protection of the flesh They need precise incision an act of distress Permitted by the absence of a mortal in live Preparation of the future in the gloss of a knife Here is the saviour to watch over the undead To hold life and pain for there is no better dread "Cut! Decision! Death! Permission! Gap! Disease! Skin! Displease... ...The saviour! The pain will increase!"

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Cruelty of sentiments Collision of independant forces War men on death patrol riding on dead horses An army of slaves made of rotten flesh Marching to the chaos Fighting for last breath Cult of a ridding disease Conduction of the pain Grotesque fear of mayhem World chaos to maintain Entering the chessboard for carnal objects to kill Rebirth of despair Eternal burden to fulfil "The burden of Mayhem The burden of Mayhem The burden of Mayhem Eternal burden to fulfil!"

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025