The Losers Den

The dagger is the chest. The bullet becomes the skull. Nothing remains untainted. A motherly embrace shifts into murderous grasp, wisdom mutates into savagery. Crushing wheel grinds ceaselessly. Paths overlap into labyrinths demanding answers in times...

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Fear me not, dearly beloved. The light dries my eyes. A hazel mirror stares blankly from the walls of a ghostly home. Your hand flies through my neck -an arrow slung from the echoes of a war torn memory- Love bites poisoned flesh and it crumbles like...

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Bodies bound in service to promises of salvation shed their blood on unhallowed grounds where the dim memory of peace wails away in fruitless wrath. Atop the hills of desolation men made holy by their own ignorance speak in wordless tongues to save the...

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Many a-times the flesh wounded beyond repair to satisfy the hunger of countless lustful mouths. I, the resu rrec tor. I, the bro ken lip Do you remember me? I don´t. A silhoutte of what the body was remains in your bedsheet a nail clings to your back...

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Living right under the crumbling empire Death holds the world in chains, dragged in the dirt behind him. Burning for change, earning nothing, learning to hate Incendiary - Zeitgeist The song of defeated will shall be sung forever time and time again until...

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Hand me the pipe, Honey. I need to take a break from the toil of failure I need to spray glitter over my wounds and imagine myself being a lonely star in a sky filled with broken christmas lights. ¿Are you there, my love? I seem to be slipping into sobriety...

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Poor little fuckers, what a sorry pair Had their lives stolen, but they didn't really care Poor little darlings, just your ordinary folks Victims of the system and its cruel jokes Crass- Systematic Death Hand me the pipe, Honey. I need to take a break...

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Recuerda la mano de tu padre hurgando tus entrañas revolviendo las masas de tu sexo casto. Recuerda su lengua escupiendo ácido su miembro asfixiándote condenándote a la penitencia silenciosa del placer impuesto como un clavo sobre una cruz mutilada. No...

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To the hazy eyed boy who dreamt of leaping into space and becoming one with the stars and to the girl who summoned the arts of war and rejected the crown that had enslaved the women before her, we salute you from the far reaches of the future and the...

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"Tengo llagas profundas que ni siquiera ha podido curar el tiempo" Lupus- Llagas, del álbum "La Mentira" Cuando se siente a cenar en familia recuerde no mirar directamente a los ojos al tío que en plena borrachera exclamó que todos los maricones merecían...

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