Monument of Depravity

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Insipid, void of all hope Abound with emptiness Integrity in absentia Bland and faceless, laced with tedium Desultory, forged in weakness Flesh puppets and parasites Lower than a serpent's cunt Thriving in disgrace The scum stand proud Languishing in their own filth Pinnacle of the false Sycophantic waste of existence Karma expired in the season of the leech May they die by our own hands.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Celestial abortion machine Unborn deities, crucified in their dead mothers Strangled with umbilical cords Raper of dimensions, gouging every eye that beholds Of skin or soul everything will be killed Transcending oblivion, immaculate annihilation Terminating every seed Ceasing every pulse Senses made redundant Experiences rendered worthless Perceptions obsolete For no life shall grow here Erasing the tangible Purified in desolation Eternity torn asunder Unborn deities, crucified in their dead mothers

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Exploring constant cycles of extinction Endlessly regressing through rebirth Mutually assured destruction Razing our brethren down to ashes Evolution heralds advancements in genocide A species bent on self-eradication Breeding Consuming Multiplying The human virus bleeds this planet dry No victor to emerge amongst this bloody fray The dream of peace but simple human folly Dystopia is beckoning Futility abounds Corpses piled high 'neath brooding skies There will be no saviour, your promised land is burning A decomposing wasteland The carcass of the Earth Self-engineered demise Annihilation complete

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

An immense concourse gathered for the spectacle The condemned swinging by their throats Convulsing gallows pole marionettes Gradually asphyxiated Dangling like dead fruit on the Tyburn tree A baying hoard ravaged with disease Storming the scaffold, blood-lust stampede Scurrying like the rats that infect them The sick lurch forward to wipe their sores with the death sweat of the deceased Bathing their festering lesions Plague vultures descend and scavenge for their blessings Seeking fortune in the strangled remains The coveted hempen caudle and anodyne necklace An amulet to the infected The spoils of execution

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

The futility of existence is evident To serve without purpose is the human condition A thousand generations grovelling Adherent to the hollow dreams of others Arbitrary paths to insignificance Trivial achievements praised, generic prosperity Abundance for the spineless Civilized like vermin Mediocrity puts food in the mouths of the common On their knees with their heads in the trough The fortunate hold contempt as they consume, shit and breed Flaunting their offspring like material accessories Rewards for the death of innovation A lack of direction precedes the will to create The myth of freedom sedates them Yet terrified by the concept of a free man To toil or starve, to beg or die Poverty for the pure is the price of honesty Submit or be left for dead, Our honour keeps us cold and hungry Destitute in resistance To question is decadent To survive is to serve without purpose Striving for a purpose, dying without cause.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Redefining the parameters of aggression The exquisite nature of agony Addicted to trauma and the need to destroy Treading on the inferior, bowing to none Implacable fury, belligerence unyielding Crushing every trace of humanity Untenable doctrines collapse Dragged from the pedestal We slaughter the worshiped and the grovelling Scrutinized the exalted, dissecting the revered Premature autopsy of the hallowed Molesting their faith Kneeling before no crown, martyr or flag Butcher of beliefs We violate the sacred No prayer will save them.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Blindly flailing, stagnating in filth, Reaching far beyond our earthly bounds. Grasping, probing, surveying, Prepare for unforeseen consequences. Mankind's arrogance abounding, A heated rivalry breeds carelessness. Resonating. Bridging the gap between dimensions. Collapsing boundaries of time and space, Paving the path for our nemesis. Malignant adversaries, Unthinkable atrocity permitted through our miserable failure. Xenomorphic butchery of hapless analysts, Opening the gates to ensured repression. Existence becomes dominated, Carcasses of cities burn. Overlords survey their dystopia, Subjugated pigs will serve. Serve.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

By choice or force she surrenders herself Yielding to their will Fucking to be acknowledged Soiled canvas for the fist and cock She remains expendable Cheap thrill for the random pathetic Adored like a slab of meat Forgotten like the last drop of cum Empowered by shame, smothered in regret Every act of abuse a conquest Compliant to mask the lament The pleasure she gains never kills the loneliness A token of sadness She wears tragedy as a badge of honour Those she serves will never mourn her loss Every wound on her body tells another lie Her memory a monument to self-loathing Her grave is the only thing that speaks her name.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Insipid, void of all hope Abound with emptiness Integrity in absentia Bland and faceless, laced with tedium Desultory, forged in weakness Flesh puppets and parasites Lower than a serpent's cunt Thriving in disgrace The scum stand proud Languishing in their own filth Pinnacle of the false Sycophantic waste of existence Karma expired in the season of the leech May they die by our own hands.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

By choice or force she surrenders herself Yielding to their will Fucking to be acknowledged Soiled canvas for the fist and cock She remains expendable Cheap thrill for the random pathetic Adored like a slab of meat Forgotten like the last drop of cum Empowered by shame, smothered in regret Every act of abuse a conquest Compliant to mask the lament The pleasure she gains never kills the loneliness A token of sadness She wears tragedy as a badge of honour Those she serves will never mourn her loss Every wound on her body tells another lie Her memory a monument to self-loathing Her grave is the only thing that speaks her name.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Breeding atrocity Rancid is the fruit of their womb Advocates of perversion Engineering the provisions of grief Distributing misery Prophets of affliction Killed by their own spawn Stolen futures, deprived of innocence Spirits broken at birth No respite from the torture They know not what they do Murderers or victims in the eyes of god Nurtured by fear Progeny of the sick Their fate is sealed in blood They sever the hand that feeds Sharing the gift of violence bestowed on them

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025