Los asesinos del sur
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I’m pleased with your misery I hate the singing aves well, no place to fly they have children dead in your hopeless arms whores dancing at the edges of volcanos rape themselves with symbols of every faith non-existing god is mixing clay of world hidden dictators are trying to pay with millions blindmen out it’s a most decorous quality of time to sing the hymn of destruction out
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
let us shine brilliant light cleanse your eyes in strength of fourty four billions suns catch these suns blackened suddenly blind in darkness the fallus tears you apart you don't need the death in order to die crawl in the mud of pointless doctriness of pointless lives preying on prayers from which you grown up the diamonds just shine just persist never gleaming to lighten before the blind you don't need the death in order to die and diamonds shine everything becomes dry
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
no fucking pen no fucking paper and no words are needed if I'm holding the axe in my hand crush their fingers at their desks cut their tongues while they speak fill up inkwells with their blood paint their scripts over with shit
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
the son of the holy motherfucker one step ahead and thousands back your children impaled women eaten cattle raped and the elders left walking watching balding flood of his semen in your villages it burnt your shrines to the ground howling cracking laughing you will be assimilated resistance is futile
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
blood and dust 'til the very end we ought to fight blood and dust ingredients of delicious pie blood and dust it must be killed what's impossible to fuck blood and dust fuck off and die
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
plwam kaprys mam miejcie co żreć a może nie poproszę głowę trwam w okrutnej bucie i jak każdy wasz sen ja nie istnieję trwam w okrutnej bucie i jak każdy wasz sen do zguby prowadzę narody bo przyjdzie kot popije wódki w szachy zagra i nikt nie wyjdzie stąd
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
something always lays south of dawn and dusk! even farther from the south than the pole brigands came assuming names born elsewhere hanged faces building altars ordered south of cross crescent, star beware who are follow los asesinos del sur older than man rebellion seems as the scripts spell infrequent victory done but bringing not the new order what remains what grows of you deduct gods south of cross crescent, star beware who are follow mass mind cremation just only an overture stalkers are exchanging in the game prime fear ripened so naked as a torture established total eugenocide after murderer steps the murderer
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
eats from the floor sleeps in the uniform laughs at the mourning alone in the morning once molds a god beloved and shining while in the distance safe while not fucking blows up the comfortable numb drinks 'til no one stand to take his offend to listen to the truth naked as Ruth as she hung dying she studied chaos theories drew and listened to the darkness from the north right before she died he told her she was ugly
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
your god moves very nimbly for being a self-propelled flitch as we chase him to stab his arse with one-third part of the world dead numbered rats bitten deep into clitoris of whore of the whores persecution mania of prophet which can’t find a place to hide we are the mountain he scare it’s time to open his grin wide and perhaps we should leave them alone behind for eating each other in the name of whore of the whores
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026