Misanthropocentric
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Are my hands as wicked as those / That have made you wail and bleed? Are my hands as brute as these / That have spoiled your green fo greed? Are my hands as wicked as those? That have made you wail and bleed For fucking 30 years, that's come to doze / Just fordrone, scorched by mongrel breed Am I as cold as the human bightmare / To ravage shamefully our very mother? Less green, much alike a dark lair / Not dead enough to let us bother... Cut down all for naught / Just for fun of being rich Once bloom, now smashed to rot / For a freak, the human bitch Is my flesh as sick as yours? To feast upon the tribal bane Against the reason, and even worse / A home when wrecked, who remains sane? Are my hands as brute as these? That have spoiled your green for greed Bringing tribulation, the death for trees / Just guess if the barrens can make you breathe?!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
What once burn anon / Fusing filth in darksome hours Where there's light, will soon be none / For this world’s been never ours What once burnt is burning still / In us, Elohim, those with shine The doom for bones, in sickness' thrill / Lurking there with nails and spines What once burnt will sear us all / The elite of lurid nightmares Feel no threat, treading to fall / All the muck will reach it's dark lairs Behold... Farewell to years of man / Fractured spell of his reign What used to be human / Will erelong remain drained... What oncе burnt just keeps it’s fire / A gruesome banе from beyond Building grave by wights of ire / A cold nemesis for the fond What once burnt shall slam you now / For disease you've spread in air Like worms you've spoilt it, now you bow! Bow to death, this world's heir
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Advance to flare the malignance / Of your strain, imbue my disbelief Perished waters in torpid dance / Foul and rank to taint your beef Soak in somber rains, gentle as a blade / There's no tactile favour in the ash In the sikcening scheme, being next to fade / Without shame, with no pity in the flesh Savour the throes of Gaia / To grasp how wrong we've gone An anatomy of Maya / Break fucking free, until our world's done Barren shells in ravaged home / That's the offing of our slaughter life The ape with a knife, an epitome / Of our expiring era, a world once rife Oh, grievous earth, hear my broken tones / As an indign aerie, we have bled you white All the wounds, anguish and bitter moans / The swine of man thrown down into blight Look over fields of ache we've sown / Before our flesh stands cold in death For a spawn to come, for blood unknown / We have forged the end, the end in red
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
A new-blown coat for your shells / Your trunks repacked thrice around A plastic potter's field of sells / Where no decay leaks the ground A span-new deceit spawning death / Hallowed wastelands, shallow graves Scavange! By the dead be fed / On doomed plains as plastic slaves Image the eerie harvest / In which your world of plastic fails Starless cold murk for cold pest / Mouldering in the bed of nails A consuming union of ignorants / Comfort turning into a threat Waste generates more waste, more waste / Buy, unpack and throw away Plastic age, time of decline / Earth's stomach stuffed with plastics Can you feel my hate when i suffocate? Can you feel my hate when i suffocate? Can you feel my hate when i suffocate? Can you feel my hate when i suffocate YOU!
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Bring me the crown of kings in rust / Their inert pallid confidence Woeful daydreams, a callous gust / Of truth sealed behind a bone-made fence Bring me the mace of kings asleep / And a godlike hubris of your creation It's limbs and heart, brought doen to weep / To fall under your indoctrination Get me the rot of erstwhile kings / The chastened frame of vainglory Where rebuilt life of no sense sinks / In a fen of sham, too late to feel sorry.. Get me the stillness of warped maze / Of lame genes, of matrix wrecked Defiled by our deamons, to bedaze / Crowd so insane and undwrecked I've been trying hard / To find a simple clue To tell advice from heart / A perfect noose for me and you The time of swine divine is up / While flags of quoetus are rising Man the freak, or man the grub? / Has devoured the age-old horizont
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026