To Strike With Secret Fang

Send forth our emissaries To the cities of the eastern lands To walk amongst their midst hidden in the sand We shall be as an unseen withering plague As silent as serpents in the night To strike with secret fang We shall ignite the flame of malignancy Exploiting their corruption and disease We shall rot them from the inside They whisper lies and treason With fang we wait to strike As sinister insects breed swarming unknown in the sewers beneath We will bathe them in an incessant stream of venomous sedition We await the day When in their hour of weakness They become blind to the destruction that awaits them Then shall our legions reign Our armies descend As swift as taloned birds of prey Carried by the winds of blood And certain death Their piteous cries of anguish Will seep from their last breath To strike with secret fang

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 08, 2025

I will not eat what I detest What I detest is feces I will not partake of it Excrement I will not consume it It shall not enter me It shall not come near my hands Nor my mouth Nor shall it fall from my belly I will not suffer neglect nor become subdued I will not eat what I detest What I detest is feces It shall not come into my body Excrement I will not tread upon it with my sandals Nor will I submit to hanging face down Thus speaketh the dog-faced ape And what then shall you eat? Will you live on another's flesh? Who will guard you from torment? Who shall save you from the servants of Babui Who thirst for blood and live on the entrails of the damned? The apes who dwelleth beside the lake of fire Devouring the souls of the damned Whose erect phallus is unyielding, ever relentless And howls with hideous mockery To pierce the wicked Gods of the earth Gods of the sky Gods of the underworld Monkeys claw your face, monkeys rend your limbs Monkeys rape your flesh Monkeys bite your throat, monkeys tear your skin Monkeys fuck your skull I will not be hung upside down Nor made to eat feces by the four apes The greatest of the gods in the sky And the gods of the earth Men will thresh for me as for the Apis Bull who presides over Sais Men will reap for me as for Seth, lord of the northern sky I will not be hung upside down Nor made to eat feces by the four apes

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 08, 2025