Agnozia
Goad the stinger, and curb the prize Bent, wet pose. A shackled core for the never-bride So faithful, yet so unsure Sloppy knob slob is the lure for the bloomin’ goon It’s noon, she’s shaped like a fuckin’ balloon Greasy thighs, high as a kite Varicose spider wraps it up Dinner time! There’s no surprise in her eyes Here it goes, all on her lung pillows She says it’s her turn, drops trou And holy shit, it’s a fuckin’ dude Fresh in the field What now? This was the first anything Gonna blow ol’ Donnie for sure His stare is broken He grabbed the scalp and slipped it in Here we are, between a cock and a headboard Tiny hands flailing, making the sullen and weary foal gag In apathy, he revels This was our say; cheetoh or a cyborg with a lizard dome Let’s opt for cheap slop I fault the grim blue sect No accountability held Our shit’s a joke and paralyzed U-turn for lame to survive No stage for worth to exist We’ve churned our fate
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
I seen those cutthroats, they’re clerkin’ They’re lurkin’ in the middle of the night I’ve seen beauty taken by the pill, and by the drink I’ve seen those beautiful children begging in the street I’ve had my heart broke on both sides of this old world Never thought I would see all I have seen Did you ever think you would see The preacher, drunken killer, retreat I’ve seen your beautiful hand in mine I’ve seen the sun rise to hit your beautiful eyes I had a dream, a sweet vision But life always seems to let the dark clouds roll Never thought I would see all the sorrow I’ve seen Did you ever think you would see The preacher, drunken killer, free Eyes growl so mellowly Run out of sunlight Blind. Wails so loud, silent rite War let inside Never thought I would see All I have seen Never thought I would see All the sorrow I’ve seen All the beauty I’ve seen All the sorrow I’ve seen All the beauty I’ve seen
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Grab the root of the fountain Hail the old river From a dark hue, climbs a novel light Hail the old river Gad off course Huddle the swine And watch them crow Artificial blood of honor Blood created of Venom and moans Harlots. No pith, no grace Eradicating the fibers of self Rear your saint Gaze at where we began Mine, bore, gouge, gut, and maim Replay all the remakes of a long-lost song Mislaid of all misfortune And the thieves run dry Hail the wanderers of the trench Now gods and men can roam The root of growth severed Stagnant implementation of once revered breeds React to everything that's new With fear, awe, and arrogance Direct and scary to closed minds Denial of improvement Lay waste to progression of existence Stuck between relaxation and fortitude Swing off the remains of a world once loved Sewn into inseparation And the beasts cry Hail the skeletons of the drift Now gods and men can roam
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026