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Hark I am Perfection Born of higher caste and will Breathe my fire, children Triumph we will breed. A god built in my own image forever casting perdition Glory to my precious war!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Join us, And drink from the darkness Embrace, This will of abandon. Face thee, With the eyes of vermillion. And burn these, roots of sefirot You dare. Walketh beside me. A patron of hypocrisy and gall Parasitic whores grovel at the plaster saint. Fervent and ready to receive the blessing of the seed Enter the city of woes Conjure this malediction O’ heaven is ours Cleansing godless conflagration Crushing The Idol! In chains your were born. In chains you will die. From whips you were born From whips you will die.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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The godmachine spurts blood A life: a gear, a cog grinding minds to sow its lies And feed them to its flock Cyclic regurgitations of the inbred absolute Construct a rigid gearwork And mechanize indoctrination DEVS - EST - MACHINA Rusting behemoth Souls writhe in torture Singing hymns of ecstasy DEVS - EST - MACHINA Slave to its own rhythm Mastered its creator Society of helotry The cross, bathed in blood, begins to rust Through the hearts of zealots Lust for a truth transcendent Rots in its creator Gears, caked with scum, shall collapse Under will to the truth Cognizant cogs grind to halt of the Dooming mechanism

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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Born above heaven In a kingdom of opulence I create GOD! Lo! Behold my offspring. Tamed and tortured so Nothing is flawed. We without faith see Grotesqueries divine. Praised, exalted Antigod. Drink your blood! Empire. Sculpt my vision. Build it higher! Nothing is ever enough. Breathing in the cold Winds of hel. A new Rome For us to burn Pitiful worms Your flesh with breed Glorious spears My serpents breathe Onward, my chariots Bring me the eyes of Cerberus Hideous creation, Bring me ruin.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Landscapes in the sky Transfigured grey Within this shroud of death Boils their flesh, Given morbid, unremitting sentience There is no beauty in these hills Totality of ruin And fateless winds from The porous earth Disperse the herald's mist Fused in apokalypsis To live here is to die To die a gift By Mekanik Sovereign

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025