The Poacher Diaries

the world looks like a finger painting done with broken hands i saw the last mantis today eat its own head and fuck itself into nothing into nothing i'm told that we had hands once and we started carrying knives now we have knives instead so even when we try to embrace we stabe learn to lick your wounds for the taste learn to lick your wounds for the taste

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 22, 2025

encoded transmissions spun out of control bring the purging insurrection of fals consciousness custodians of the agenda secure the contaminated areas your own evil your own good obsolete 1000 seed a clouded descent straight to the center of the hive labyrinth suspended by high-tension wires that reach upward to the sky

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 22, 2025

crawling over the bodies of your dead bastard children more like a loss to a plotline then you can tell your friends how cool it was to be pissed on at your own funeral

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 22, 2025

the clouds attacked slowly obscuring everything we took out our eyes and pretended we could see

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 22, 2025

your hope collapsed like a burning orphanage under the weight of their expectations it must seem routine for you now snowing in their spit languishing in their refuse a human/virus a victim of disease called circumstance their real faces are the faces of disgust the only kind you see from down here here there is no healing only the slowing of decay i've heard they still smile in their world perhaps you will go there someday and destroy their happiness

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 22, 2025

all circumstance is sabotage that which does not kill us makes us stranger command chaotic brute force the stars in your eyes stolen reprogrammed another headless blunder with blood up its sleeves the priests live in the towers they put thoughts in my head making me sin while sinning through me mold the little shit figure make it dance break its legs they call it building character a villain to be exact

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 22, 2025

i wage an unholy war against your fucked up soul the shattered illusions of a thousand nightmares preserved in a jar of shit by god surprise you fucking lose urine dripping from your stigmata the stench that surrounds you gives you away and the evil moisture that you secrete no lie no shit this is fucking war

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 22, 2025

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