Ithil
Roots that do not belong, forcing drowning, creating burden. Your home is out of reach, inaccessible. Swallowed whole by a complex meant to digest us. The monetization of human suffering. An experiment in growth. Trapped by a regime, coerced to be an unwilling participant. Forced to crave, burdened to need, what will not satiate. Become their weapon, used for their violence. The trials of the junkyard dog. What do we protect? Bludgeoned to sacrifice for their reward. Stolen flesh. One more link on the rusted chain. Our bodies become ceremonial altars. A crusade against us. Using our siblings, suffocated, strangled, smothered, extinguished. The burden of our own ruin. Doomed to fall into the cycle. Pushed into surrendering paltry earnings. No agency. Condemned to capitulate.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
Murdered our ancestors, claim to hate us. Call for violence, Provoking slaughter. Genocide. Sequestered in closets for far too long. Systematic oppressive butchery. We’ve been here for years weathering the storm. Our only choice is to fight back. Arm ourselves, load our weapons, face your consequences. Looting the mausoleums. Burning your homes. Slitting your throats. This injustice will taint our world, no more. Warfare built on just cause. Counterattack. You will not survive for another night. Retaliate, avenge them, retribute, vengeance for them. Send them to the gallows. You can’t enforce your phobias through 6 feet of dirt. Direct actions from bolt actions. This world will feel our wrath.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. All this time spent sharpening blades. Every one of them for another pig’s throat. Not a single one worth saving. March them to slaughter. Each dead pig, a warning for the next. Sign of what's to come. Bloodshed. Your badge means nothing. Wear blue, bleed red. Formed by cruelty, fueled by greed. Lay your life down, put it on the scale. We claim our pound of flesh. Hatchet in hand, ski mask on. Stuff the rag in your gas tank, light the end and watch it burn. Dropping nails in the pipe, seal the cap, cut the fuse, number each bomb. One for every precinct. Tables turned, armed to kill. Awaiting justice, the system won't give it. Shirking responsibility. Every fucking one of them hates you. Don’t give them the power, don’t give them the right. No accountability. Cold steel pressed on sweating flesh. Pulling back the hammer, finger on the trigger. Paint my mural with pig's blood. Melt down their badges, fashion your weapons. Valhalla won’t await you.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026
War thirst. Drowning of our own volition. The ancient one stood before me. The waters have wronged me. Standing naked to face the beast. Bare my soul, the world will feast. Make me whole. Allowed to breathe just one last time. Anything is weak when it's bred in captivity. Eating brimstone, swallowing fire. Born unto this world just to be their pawn. There must be more.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Aug 14, 2026