Cross rotter

the blood has been drawn
and the sewage yet pours
from the filth
of jerusalem
into the mouths
of the death worshiping swine

the putrid meat
from the cross rotter
is victualed
to the maggot masses
inside the steeple of shit

remove the nails
and fuck the carpel cunt
so get ready
for the second cumming
onto the face
of the bastard son

to rid your god
thirty pieces of silver
was the price to pay
i would pay thirty more
to keep it that way

-JG

Zatrata

can you hear the brackish swine
grunting and driveling
choking down the flesh
of their own kind
getting drunk
off of each others piss
living ass to mouth
it has come to this
feeding into the systematic decline

the gray waste
upon which you live
is the corpse of your futile life
drifting endlessly
into the chaotic void
the forlorn belief in heaven
is the knife in your back
and the betraying hand is yours

take the black pill of reality
you can’t escape it
nor your responsibility
your denial is pure fantasy
it is time to reject
the anthropomorphic fallacy

the self identification
of victimization
is a parasitic worm
when it lays its eggs in your brain
it forms lesions of self deceit
then leads you down the road
to a fatalist defeat

your noachian idealism
is an apocryphal pestilence
riding the pale horse
into the heart of society
attacking the very spirit
of its continuity

-JG

May i not die a straw death

i’m an atheist
on a pagan crutch
i revel in the rights
and hedonistic delights
i’ve hailed loki
as a symbol
and as my brother
i’ve felt the warmth
and wrath
of angrbotha
the cool breath
of hel
keeps me moving
ever forward
but when death
eventually
embraces me
burn this vessel
and break my sword
so that i may go home

-JG

PDD

are you prepared
to leave it all behind
a world of illusion
where we’re all blind

can you hear
the call of the void
your memetics replicating
you’re just moments
from being destroyed

there you are
standing on the edge
fuck the world
take the annihilation pledge

take it in
your last breath
suicide has become the key

public display of death

are you searching for an answer
or none at all
are you willing to be a martyr
to take the fall

now you’re staring
in the gleam of a knife
are you willing
to pay the price
cutting yourself
has become your vice

there you are with a razor
to your arm
a little deeper now
what more can it harm

take it in
your last breath
suicide has become the key

public display of death

you’re thinking about praying
looking for some hope
this is all i‘m saying
meditate on the rope

the overpass is high
cars coming quick
hundreds driving by
which one are you going to pick

take it in
your last breath
suicide has become the key

public display of death

-JG