The Mother and the Enemy

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White headed wisemen decipher your scars Trying to read between the layers Hold me tight, break my spine Put me back into Hell of your womb Let me suck your festering wounds I’ll grow strong on pus and blood For I am the first and the last I am the honored one and the scorned one I am the whore and the holy one I am the wife and the virgin I am the mother and the daughter I am the members of my mother The crown and the scepter of living cells Pitiful regalia “Love surrounds us all” Thus spoke her dead majesty I am she whose wedding is great And I have not taken a husband I am the midwife and she who does not bear I am the solace of my labor pains I am the bride and the bridegroom And it is my husband who begot me I am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband And he is my offspring Selfish bitch, mother paranoia Cannot live without your poisonous milk Cannot live without your lethal caress Life is a cancer Unnatural state Kiss me, cure me Mother death

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Natural order of things The first lie and farewell kiss Homo sum et nihil humanum Nylon, plastic uranium, plutonium Breathe in Breathe out In the basilica of the human body Obey the law of flesh ever burning Ten commandments of oxygen and carbon Entombed in a pyramid of skin Communicating vessels, acid, electricity What a useless mechanism Behind the walls of protein prison Crowned with barbed wire of DNA Imprisoned is this piece of shit Are we indeed fingerprints of God? Zero one zero zero one… Ashes to ashes, dust to dust One one zero one zero one… A human being What a shame I think therefore I am What a waste

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Shall we feel proud of being fate’s favorite toys? Cain’s tribe, tribe the chose ones who have no choice Salt of this earth, salt in the eye of providence In the everlasting cosmic lotto Father hydrogen mutates Into self-confidence and presumption Is Pigmalion proud of himself? That poor old monkey Darwin was wrong There was no evolution at all Just the case history The syphilitic clown Nietzsche was wrong There is no ubermesch at all All I’ve heard of were uberworms That crippled bastard Hawking was wrong For there is no time at all The only dimension known to us is fear The universe is constantly expanding Yet midgets remain the same What is above remains above All is just a matter of scale

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

It’s so tempting to have faith It’s so hard to pretend A new simpler theology Eternity in a piece of meat This is the first day of our last days But no one cares… We overslept another Armageddon No one cares anymore...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

I didn’t start this wicked game Neither were the rules of play mine You invited me to the chessboard Your pieces are white? Fine I’ll take black... Clever and cruel opening King sacrifices his baby son White knights move decidedly Strange are the ways of black goats Send your messengers up North They will bring you coldness and doubt Send your messengers down south They will bring you decay and distrust Send your messengers to the west They will bring discouragement and disappointment Send your messengers to the east They will bring torment and pain Time for the next move You have your last eternity Flag fall Heads fall It’s my turn I fucked the queen And she enjoyed the ride I cursed your bishop I impaled your knights Checkmated God Face to face with a free pawn

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

It’s so clear for the very first time It’s so close I can hardly believe I wish I knew, what are these keys for I wish I was lost in this labyrinth I didn’t ask for these visions I didn’t ask to hear the siren’s voice I wish I was deaf and blind I wish I could sleep at night

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Beautiful and wealthy is our town of Hamelin Neighbors are green with envy, proud my fellow citizens Our stomach’s are full, our dreams are calm We can either kill or buy all that comes our way Please your honors – said he – I’m able By means of a secret charm, to draw All creatures living beneath the sun That creep or swim or fly or run After me so as you never saw! And I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm The mole and toad and newt and viper And people call me the pied piper But there’s this small embarrassing thing Filthy, disgusting, stinking rats They don’t belong here They don’t match Did almighty lord create the scum? You can have your perfect world But you will have to pay the price ‘Cause there’s the small, embarrassing thing Filthy, disgusting, stinking us We don’t belong here We don’t match Your father in heavens didn’t create us Pay your bills fellow citizens Or we will take your children with us It’s not about hatred, we’re not your enemies But you see, we have to feed the rats And you will never learn Who’s the hunter and who’s prey in this game And you will never learn Who is Pied Piper and who’s rat in the end And you will never learn Who is the leader and who’s been lead

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

It’s immoral to have one eye In the kingdom of the blind Yet I believe that all in this world Is the manifestation of God I grow rusty nails in my wounds I bathe them with my urine They will blossom with blood But they will never fructify I breed this noble wine On black soil Ge-Hinnom What a lovely place to die Home sweet home I bake my bitter bread In this crematory oven I use human ashes as flour And so big the dough grows I know where I belong And I know where to go I’ve seen that episode on TV I’ve seen it twice I put the barrel in my mouth That brings back peace of mind It’s so much fun to play Russian roulette With a fully loaded gun This is the point when it starts This is the point when it ends I own all maps of human weakness I have all keys to depravation Call me by my countless names Emptiness, confusion, despair Satan tempting himself The serpent swallowing its tail Call me perfect, call me nine Sins don’t leave scars Call me hell

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

This the last hour of the carnival I dance, I dance though it hurts Hangman’s rope suits well Every gentleman Madam, you look charming In the necklace of blood People say there’s a day after Every night People say there’s sun Behind these clouds What a relief I’ll drink to that Pour me a glass of poisoned

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025