Switchblade [2012]

Harvest my submission. The axe and the sickle of gold. Know these words can kill. Crucify me. An echo eternal

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026

In death, highways past summer. Fields of home, draped in gloom of winter.<br/> Grief is owned, bound in effigy, on to monuments of stolen souls.<br/> His house is open, to drain the last drop of expression.<br/> <br/> So void. Relentless, to outlive. Outlive the loss.<br/> <br/> A knife for every time they speak his name. Swords toward the flocks that energize illusion.<br/> Rifles knocking on the gate of eden. Thousand suns turn their refuge to dust.

Submitted by Pestilence — May 10, 2026

Walk through this. Teeth to the curb. Expelled by all. Rejoice over these precious moments. Fate will come knocking for you.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026