Abort the Soul

We are the new people. We are the old people We are the same people. Wiser than before Water it feeds us. Fire to forge Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals We are the new tribes. We are the old tribes We are the same tribes. Stronger than before Water it feeds us. Fire to forge Air for outstretched wings. The earth it heals

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

There is only one solution Utter annihilation of this one parasitic abomination The words can only be the fuse. The bomb it must be real The idea made of flesh and only then, to break the steel Back to the beginning. Back to the womb And if the people refuse then the people are doomed Back to the beginning. Back to the womb And if the people refuse then the people are doomed There is no salvaging any part of this techno artificial disease Just the fortresses built of concrete falling to the persistence of the trees No revolution in the context of our reality Irreversible decay of the industrial remains Visualize collapse of everything resembling Loss of human contact with the force that makes us free Only then can we dream, and begin to breathe Back to the beginning. Back to the womb And if the people refuse then the people are doomed Back to the tribe. Back to the earth's womb And if the people refuse then the people are doomed

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

In the quest beyond mere existence Our lives are our resistance In the quest beyond the final solution Our death is the only revolution Humanity hangs on the cross of despair. Only the sun sees Our world has disappeared to exist only as point of moot Prepare to meet the arrow of the sun while in the hour of Our death the fire will burn. Burn. Now the sun is in flames It seeks our flesh. And... we... die... silent. Die silent You will die silent

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

You would bring another into the vile machine? One more mouth among the billions to hang agape in need Another nail into the coffin of a planet bursting at the seams Such a price you ask to soothe your human vanity Feast! Feast! Good citizens make us healthy babies there are factories to build Good people make us sickly babies there are hospitals to fill Good people make us black babies to fill the prison cells Good people fuck like beasts so the state can... (And you would bring another?) Feast!

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

And still we must resist We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence We have nothing to celebrate, break the silence And still we must resist For 500 years, every promise broken For 500 years, every promise broken A legacy of slavery Do not be overwhelmed by forces aligned against us Do not be overwhelmed by forces aligned against us And still we must resist Our determination will bring the vision to life Our determination will bring the vision to life And still we must resist For 500 years, every promise broken For 500 years, every promise broken Our legacy...

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

Abort the soul. Plant the seed The natural state fall casualty Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... Icons worshiped. Lobotomize Forked tongues. Slivered spines Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... Shout platitudes above idiots fervor Let us obey. Lambs to slaughter Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... Bloodlust satisfied. Salvation sold For the new Christ. Abort the soul Gods... Gods... Gods... Gods... In vacant minds abort instinct In fertile minds plant the seed Salvation sold. Abort the soul

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

Your civilization is crumbling Collapsing upon itself Collapse! Collapse! Your civilization is crumbling Collapsing upon itself Under its own weight Collapse! Collapse!

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

Inconceivable it is that somewhere on earth a land exists Untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peer Through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming Human tide surging forward smothering everything that Our twisted minds cannot justify as worthy enough To take a place in this lie we call progress Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape what's been Done and our towers built like open wounds on the land That as each day passes begins to more and more resemble A vision of hell I had as a child and the droning sounds Of progress begin to resemble more and more The coming of an endless locust swarm

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

Inconceivable it is that somewhere on earth a land exists Untouched by civilization's hand. Try as we might to peer Through the folds of the death grip. The overwhelming Human tide surging forward smothering everything that Our twisted minds cannot justify as worthy enough To take a place in this lie we call progress Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Scourge! Unwilling to let in the sun unable to escape what's been Done and our towers built like open wounds on the land That as each day passes begins to more and more resemble A vision of hell I had as a child and the droning sounds Of progress begin to resemble more and more The coming of an endless locust swarm

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

The first mosquito that bites hardly annoys Ten billion parasites sucking leave the most choking The conquest nearly absolute Nothing left for science to reproduce... (We are) our own pesticide And the sermon speaks of progress so embrace the new religion Witness miracles. Speak in tongues. Revel in tunnel vision But the earth is eternal and it will heal in time So much the more majestic devoid of human slime (We are) our own pesticide

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

Punish the crime, let pain come this night If no man survives, let man take his prize He forfeits his life, let death be his wife At his right hand gave blight to his left give him strife The children of the earth reclaim their birthright

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026

What is it worth The charity of colonizers The kindness of culture rapists The outstretched hand of imperialism The healing touch of capitalism What does it mean

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 23, 2026