Born of Slime

Beyond batrachian bulwarks, before the black gates The great one lies dormant, forever he waits Descend upon the cavern of the gods of sloth a tidal wave of blackened froth, beneath the permafrost Trapped in worlds of chaos long lost Bathing in our fear His festering hordes amass upon the spire of ick To break the will of human kind, condemn them to the pit Hunter of the shadow follow him into the deep Cursed fiends infiltrate your dreams Psychic screams from the world beneath Sweat and tears saturating your pain as the unholy father drains the blood from your veins Blighted king, low upon the mucus throne, underground

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Wasteland stretching endless miles What we've left behind. Nothing but the sound of solitary slithers. Born of slime. From the barren earth so deep They awakened beneath With their brethren infused Rivers flow with corrosive ooze Upon the path of the Greatfather He who dwells without a spine Follow in his viscous wake Back through time. Cowardly are they, the mollusks that dwell in shells For they hath not the father's grace Heretics and worms, they shall be cast down Into the compost where woodlice weap Slugs don't sleep, we walk forever over slime They will answer for their crimes

Cruel weapons of the human bastard sprinking death from up on high Eyestalks recoiling as my slime trail foams choking on the crystals in my pneumastome Bleak. Inhumane, dessicated and debased Baking in the scorching sun, their time will come Mucus glands, bubbling on the concrete slabs Eaten by domestic cats, but we'll be back Foolish mortals in the garden lay bathing in the shade we wait beady eyes emerge, focusing our wrath vengeance rides on slimey tracks Raining acid, caustic downpour on human skulls melting flesh from bones Ruthless minions, revolution in human culls venting hatred ages old And when the dawn of slime comes, they shall reap what they have sown

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Disgusting slaves procreate Outnumber masters 10 to 1 Spreading like the caustic flame Wandering plague, dissent among the wavering humans, on the distant horizon lies their fate Devouring whole plantations, pillaged; stranglehold War of attrition for eternity Deplete their means to exact this wanton greed But the slimebrothers saw not their doom War begins, a maelstrom of suffering Blood congeals in translucent slime Under the beating sun, the fallen desiccate as one In death these ancient foes unite Invertalords call upon such vile forms as arachnids that creep across the redskyrock Centipedes from the teeming forests bleed out from the barrows into fields of salt Descend the flying fiends, Vassals of Greatfather’s power Marshalled as one, to drive man out The battle rages on in vain unwinnable stalemate Speaking barbaric tongues to their cohorts on the flanks Morale is broken in our ranks The humans spring their final trap their victory close at hand.. Failure, defeat, what seemed like victory Locked beneath in frost we sleep We won't sleep forever, we shall rise again Cloudbreak on the killing fields the light returns as dark receeds The dead ascend and slugs decay The dawn of mankinds finest day

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Space and time are open to he who has seen this entity jibbering gelatinous mass of puss and mucus from beyond the stars who feeds on chaos Sluglord of the deep, send your slime to me Slippery gateways to the darkest recesses of hell, accessed through the book of slugs Incantations summon a visage of the Greatfather Appeasable by human slaughter Slugs in eyes, Human lies, Everyone; a slug in disguise From the Garden known as Slish comes the harbinger of doom Oh great old slug of war, breaching his cocoon Fear and loathing will take hold, Behold the Lords of old Now you witness their true form For you know not what to do For in slime you were not born... Mollusks erupt from moonlit barrows Blighting the land; now rendered hollow There no stopping this evil Draping the world in endless shadow

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing but dust and shadows weaving the firmament winds of creation breathed into an inanimate universe Darkness and chaos folding Matter negates the void Igniting the stars to build his infinite elemental forge Fusion binds, feed him life Endless process, ever hungry We are but figments of his imagination unbound Man is the excess, there is the meaning in his grand design Sliming across the cosmos Painted in flame and frost birthing malformed creations; sentinals of the elder god Nuclear force unravelling The art of destruction born For all things that live must die, unbroiled in the sempiternal war Crumbling foundations, a species undermining the order of the creator Consciousness a curse of flesh Send the Schistastomes a plague of death Knowledge feeds their human needs, but they were not meant to venture far Blind their eyes from these forbid words, show them not reality Trembling now in the countenance of the Prince of slime subject to the ever scrutinizing eye

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

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Acrid scents arise from the foliage, blackest death From my window I gasp in awe as I gaze at them Under the blood green moon, discoloured, vile They assimilate into my nightmares Oh and as they slither across my mind they plant their seeds for our worlds domination The end is near, a trail of mucus laced with fear has slimed across the earth, heralding his rebirth The lord of plagues, this puss we spew has paved the way for the second coming of the one true Pod Hell hath no fury like a mollusk scorned, you've been warned Their jaws, shall open wide and devour this world, heed these words From the pits of Kak he rises and consumes The virgin's blood; upon the altar of shrooms Vociferus one, infernal god whose giant foot blackens the sun Into the black pools of the Ick, his supplicants descend To be born again, knowing life without end

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025