Degradation of Human Life

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Don't vote Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head or that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand or that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a knife in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and fire at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Ten thousand years and what do we have: schools replaced with factories. Psychic vampires consume our moans, and houses are replaced with cubicles. For too long have we been dwarfed by monuments to ourselves, toiling in the shadow of collective self worth. Dialogue has been replaced by the ravings of mind gangsters. But soon this will be swept under Lotan's tide. The rubble of the past creates the walls of the future. Holdouts of civilization tremble. Nationalistic pride crumbles. The protracted murder of the planet ends. Forsake your barren half life. Unchain the chthonic beasts.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Our sisterhood is a vast and powerful ocean, a deep well of true meaning sustaining consistent and conflicting emotions and giving life value, while the constant flow of the tides caress the sides of impassive rock and create the contours of interaction that touch every layer of society. We are free! Free of your necrophilic hatred of life. Free of your all-in-my-head self doubt. Endless is our journey through trackless void, shapeless is our movement, assuming any and all forms, elemental is our force gaining wisdom in the face of desolation, and joyful is the sound of Medusa's laughter ringing in our ears. Although we have been exploited as passive pawns in the mad dash to domination, not even the heaviest most painful nor the most subtle and gilded manacles will keep us imprisoned in the home or racked with guilt over self realization and self control, neither can we be constrained beneath a glass ceiling in the rat race of your job world. Patriarchy ends here. Wisdom is attained in the face of utter destruction. And the joyful sound of Medusa's laughter rings in our ears.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

"Screaming at a Wall originally by Minor Threat. Punk lives." Found on the record sleeve. I'm gonna knock it down any way that I can. I'm gonna scream. I'm gonna yell. But I don't want to have to use my hands. It's like screaming at a wall. Someday it's gonna fall. You've built this wall up around you. And now you can't see out. And you can't hear my words no matter how hard I shout. It's like screaming at a wall. Someday it's gonna fall. You're safe inside, and you know it because I can't get to you. And you know I resent it. And my anger grows. You better reinforce those walls until you don't have room to stand. Because someday those walls are gonna fall. Someday I'm gonna use my hands.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025