Switchblade [2012]

Harvest my submission. The axe and the sickle of gold. Know these words can kill. Crucify me. An echo eternal

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026

In death, highways past summer. Fields of home, draped in gloom of winter. Grief is owned, bound in effigy, on to monuments of stolen souls. His house is open, to drain the last drop of expression. So void. Relentless, to outlive. Outlive the loss. A knife for every time they speak his name. Swords toward the flocks that energize illusion. Rifles knocking on the gate of eden. Thousand suns turn their refuge to dust.

Submitted by Pestilence — May 10, 2026

Walk through this. Teeth to the curb. Expelled by all. Rejoice over these precious moments. Fate will come knocking for you.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026