Vestigial

Made wingless to be consumed Lead me down to the path of the slaughter yard Lead me down to the path

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Vestigial heart Mongrel seed Spectres of soul - Neglected, synthetic Our puppet life I can’t deny Squandering time A shell forever Your plague elect All heavens sheep now shall receive Their Judas goat i will deceive Your usurper Repent, suffer Cruelty personified We nullify inside Wade out in a silent sea of human grief Come drown with me Hollow as prayer Empty as a psalm Mans grotesquerie Awe and abuse Our ape deities - cluster fucks Hollow as prayer Empty as a psalm Snake amongst hens Fools ripen Blind vanity Gluttons I am the canker The mouth of dirt Carrion beggar Your vile Christ

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

We monkeys die a martyrs death Via a million cuts I call for regicide of our Vulture Christ Performing anti-miracles Sporadic whims Tyrant democracy Dethrone, unrobe (sic) World breakers Nailed to the beehive Pray to the Locust Christ Emperor of demise Skin slaves chained to this ball of ash Marvel at our dying reef Choke on this last gasp of hope Decapitate our bloated priests Ape blood debt

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

A tailored dread keeps insects at prayer Dull witted worms, captives of terror This blind faith is indefensible Meek is our herd All the more malleable Praise our western bliss Raise our glutton kids Kept in fear's paralysis Scapegoats and witch lists Praise our western bliss This horse with blinders on Theatre of war, Butcher birds play out our gruesome acts Mouth of coal, skin of ash - pretty as the crucifix The bankers' pawns , We bower birds use death to line our nests Wings of lead, souls of dirt - pretty as the crucifix Stripped naked Exposed You’ll be thankful Home grown demon For meagre robes Home grown demon Stripped naked Exposed Willingly we succumb Shepherd us Dull witted worms Captives of a tailored dread Bow down now, stay mute and loyal

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

They came just after dark. Shortly after the sirens wailed, You could hear the planes grinding overhead. In my room, with its black curtains drawn across the windows You could feel the shake from the guns. The motors seemed to grind rather than roar, And to have an angry pulsation, Like a bee, buzzing in blind fury. As we stepped out onto the balcony, A vast inner excitement came over all of us; An excitement that had neither fear nor horror in it Because it was too full of awe - The whole horizon of a city lined with great fires Scores of them, perhaps hundreds. There was something inspiring just in the awful savagery of it. Into the dark shadowed spaces below us - while we watched - Whole batches of incendiary bombs fell, Then quickly simmered down to pin points of dazzling white, Burning ferociously. All around below were the shadows, The dark shadows of buildings and bridges That formed the base of this dreadful masterpiece. These things all went together to make the most hateful, Most beautiful single scene I have ever known. [Correspondence of the London Blitz by Ernie Pyle]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Old vessels for the yard, Guilt ridden and battle scarred Nostalgic impotence as our own children stalk us Masterless warriors, senile with sheathed swords Dull dreams all burnt out Once were gods now slumber Usurp life, pathetic Kneel in your dying church of thriving lies - accept it Accept it Usurp life, pathetic Kneel in your dying church of thriving lies - accept it Here's to your legacy Judge me, hung jury Wardens to a sty Dead birds fill a black sky The constant feast left you hollow All hail your Locust Christ, his age of sorrow He’s always been here our psycho-pomp The Judas Steer is one of us Old vessels for the yard, Guilt ridden and battle scarred Masterless warriors Senile with sheathed swords Dull dreams of past burnt out Here's to your legacy Judge me, hung jury Wardens to a sty Dead birds fill a black sky

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

To fillet through our hides To savour each of our crafted lies You’d prefer to wield the blunt knife Revel in this fear you smear Inhuman nature Melt you down to mend my rotten crown Who’s smiling now - your veneer of god Segregate us apes We ignore our DNA Now clamber over our family skeletons Hail the Judas Steer, Hail our psycho-pomp He’d love to leads us to the axe Melt you down to mend my rotten crown Who’s smiling now - your veneer of god Spread my wings to flee your sufferings Who’s smiling now - your veneer of god We all shit, seed, choke Snakes among us You’ve always been here You never loved us, Our Judas Steer We’d love you to lead us to the axe

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

A muse not worth truth kept in the cage of my chest No respite in the flame, no warmth in the breath This longage (sic) of life Chains amass, I suffer This skin tarnished and worn It’s just more of the same And we’ll fester forever the battered spouse and her vile Christ Cake on the mask, comply the battered spouse and her vile Christ

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Our past forever clings Fresh paint on old sins We are damned men laughing We are damned men laughing Pack us well, no room to fall We stand in death - erect, loyal War monger, first world snake Present false flesh to rake So the worms cry out: “inject us with fear” So the worms cry out: “hand me a gun” Raise a glass Stave off the horror Flesh drum beats on Gods of ruin The grand deceiver spoke: "addicts for terror!" The grand deceiver spoke: "sheep for heaven!" Our past forever clings Fresh paint on old sins We are damned men laughing We are damned men laughing So the worms cry out: “inject us with fear” We, the worms cry out: “beat our flesh drums” The grand deceiver spoke: "addicts for terror!" The grand deceiver spoke

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

Cloak our dying forms in liars' robes Slither on, life-enders Twisted will, guilty smiles, preaching peace - elect the tainted Pray to gods of ruin Cashing in war, lusting for death Trusting in wolves - gods of ruin Twisted will, guilty smiles, preaching peace - elect the tainted Gods of ruin Gods of ruin Fatal love of guns Death immediate Become a flood of bullets now Worship opinion over fact Primal rejection, suit of false flesh Bow to your death pope Behold our Locust Christ Draw up extinction plans, pontificate demise Raise the runts Worship mediocrity Praise the stunts Rejoice, romance my rifle Deep throat the cold barrel

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025