Malefactors
terrorized, victimized spiral into suicide targets are identities alienate minorities orchestrated by the faith of gods everloving wraiths if they are gods sent saviors nail them to the fucking cross devoid of love or hope beaten to a bloody pulp instruments for power grabs the more are hurt, the more it works fascist minds seek alike under nation or Jesus Christ if you believe what they preach nail them high and nail them deep syndicates calculate victims of future hate to devide, curb and drown drones need someone to punch down morally superior deceiving exterior breach the hull let them bleed nail them high nail them deep
Submitted by johnmansley — Aug 14, 2026
In cramped hands. The fear strikes. End it all. Mother's toll. Sun burns bright. Will denied. Burn the light. Away flies. Our demise. Corpses dream. So sincere. Bring us near. Out of zeal and. Your virtue. Dead and lost they curse the sky. For its fault they can't deny. They call us, we shall comply. Suffer is what we shall do. Being one with pain so pure. Alone gods will know it's true. Terror The true end. Smell of pus. Of cracked thoughts. Decaying. Vestiges. Will erodes. Give us hope. Way of flames. To the great. Cinder gate. Whispers lure. Kissing death. The last breath. Winds of ash. That what once was now derails. Once set free it spreads the planes. Burdened what lies in its trails. Are we none or are we dead? Now the answer lies ahead. Free we are but so misled. Gusts of fear. Roam the plane. As if it were. Life's remains. Last confessed. Manifest. Children lost. Weeping sin. And akin. Embracing. Every bent. Transient. Moment out. Of cramped hands. Physicality snaps back. Before we grasp the attack. They have bound us to the rack. Fade our sight, silence our souls. Into the void we are called. Nothingness surrounds us all. Terror Looming. Violence. Breaking. Spirits. Torture. Chambers. Build. From. Within. Putrid. Terror. Seeking. Vengeance. Nothing. Left. To. Rebuild. Strongholds. Hail terror, our savior. Death tortures in its name. Our paths are edged in flesh. God has died in vain.
Submitted by johnmansley — Aug 14, 2026
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