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It feels like hell. Breeding Rats. The whole planet is crawling. We have cut off our food supply. Teeming with vermin and blight. A mindless hive. While you all self medicate. You live to contaminate. Our only option is to terminate. Before you continue to pollinate. They trample the weak. The lifeline is bleak. Obsolete. Diseased. Deceased.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Children of the cloven hoof, bathe the cross in your fathers blood. Unholy priestess deliver us. Glory from a poisoned mouth. Formed underneath the earth. Prisoner of purified dirt. It grows. Try to hide your terror, but it shows. The blood solidifies. The plants and animals die. This ground is cursed. Spreading for miles under the earth. No shelter from the fury. The end of all things. Inevitable. Indomitable. Seeing god. We didn't sell our souls we gave them up for free. We fear the darks, but its the light that exposes the true horrors of the world. Catch your breath. Clutch your chest. Catch your breath. Drop fucking dead. Gazing into nothing we finally may see the truth. Where do your loyalties lie? This version of the world exists our of spite. I sat and smiled as we all watched you die.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025