Write something edgy

hell is a government creation

Darkslash unsheathes his 10000 times folded superior Nippon steel katana from his obsidian sheath.
"Heh nothing personnel kid" he says while adjusting his trilby.
"You'll never stop us from making everybody read the bible in school" the priest said cackling.
"heh, you think this is about that-- when I'm done there will be no more bibles"
"Wha-"
Darkslash teleports behind the priest then unleashes a whirlwind attack decapitating the priest then disemboweling him.
"Maybe now your people will think twice before forcing intelelctuals to buy into your baseless religion" Darkslash said before sheathing his 10000 times folded superior Nippon steel katana into its sheath in one fluid motion.

*stabs you while drinking arizona iced tea*

I was born in the Congo around five brothers and seven sisters. By the time I had turned eight I was a shooter for the rebel militia, all my family died by then. When we entered Zabooda the tribe were very nice and friendly because they knew they were helpless. It's easier when there is resistance because then you can take over but when there is cooperation it's difficult to start a riot. I was asked to go a little ways into the jungle and shoot my machine gun. When I did I began to hear screaming from the tribe. When I returned we had already locked down the people's in their houses and had quart ones the entire location. It was noon when we began. I remember entering from one tent to another as my superior officers began raping the women in front of the fathers, brothers, cousins, sons. And then we began raping the men, beginning with the little boys, then to the elders who were by then had reached a complete loss of divinity. But you see this is jungle life and in the Congo have come many a Man who came back from the sights of these things for revenge, and they did. So what we do, at the very end, is castrate the men. This way, their are completely ruined. They have no will to fight or to live anymore. By this time some the women asked to be taken, because the community is completely finished. We kill these women, and the rest live. I remember feeling pride, like I knew even at that age, that we won and there was no return for these people. Beyond the pain that we brought to these people, that was evil, it was the pleasure that was really monsterous."

Every cell of my body is constantly crying out for help. Every breath I breathe is a pledge for the sweet, sweet death that awaits us all. Alas, I'm whining. Nothing I say matter anyway, fuck this meaningless world and every motherfucker in it. Especially you mum, I hate you more than anyone, especially when you took the one thing that kindled some flame into my dying heart. My pain means nothing to you mum. Fuck you and fuck this stupid materialistic fucking world. You don't deserve me.

kek'd hard

I don't want to touch people with cancer because they take normal germs and turn it into disease and they sneeze and cough and my biggest fear is an ironic fate.

church is stupid and gay i want to stay home and play the nintendos

I'm an anarco-communist. Capitalists need to die.

I feel nothing.

Very good, is this from that Veeky Forums author?

MIIIMIMIMIOUIIIMI BWOUUUSHH

lmaooooo nigga what is this shit?

Fuck you

Based Ramiel

Planet earth is permeated by inter-dimensional elves and spiders that mediate mmost macroscopic effects attributed to chance. This is how god's will is enacted while ensuring our free-will. Every computer is interfaced with such elves.

Violence is the medium of all social relations.

'At least you tried' meme.

War used to be a glorious sport.

You must be such a smart boy, yes you do.

I don't fit in. I should start killing people.

Normies are accepted everywhere they go. Even the morgue, and that's where I'll send them.

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She paddled through the swamp-flooded ground floor of her former house, waist-high of the dim goop, it was not the easiest or the most pleasant of tasks in her journey, but it did include the hope of rest upstairs. She had no time to reminiscent, as the cold of the night was getting to her and she hurried, hoping she could light a fire in the old stove upstairs. Before she could get to the stairs, however, her foott stumbled upon something that cracked around her toes. Startled she began to panic that it was something living, an icky creature of the swamps - or worse, her mother's priced vase.

Just to be clear, I’m not a professional ‘quote maker’. I’m just an atheist teenager who greatly values his intelligence and scientific fact over any silly fiction book written 3,500 years ago. This being said, I am open to any and all criticism.

‘In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my intelligence.

I can not state what I intend, for it has already made women cry. Yet I am too boring for them - heck, I am too boring for myself. I used to love being by myself, in my own head, but...
I have nothing to say, but I find myself speaking. Again.

Heh... KID! BLACK LIVES MATTER? Heh... NO LIVES MATTER! SORRY kid, it's just a FACT! If ya can't handle it, ya should just end it right now!

Isn't that what this thread is about? Just trying your best, even if you don't succeed?

The world is my playmate, and im Ted Bundy watching her from the bedroom window with a smile on my face and a blood red passion in my eyes. One stab. One shot. Her pussy is magnificent.

I hope the bitch screams.

Force of the blow was too much for the old bones, giving birth to a large cracking sound that itself hurt to hear. Yoda could not believe the power of Darth Icky, who had come to destroy him.
>Truly, cough, I now see. Balance in the force, there never.. was. The dark side, more powerful is.

They told me to believe in myself; they told me to believe in God. I was smart; I put two and two together.

War is thus divine in itself, since it is a law of the world.

War is divine through its consequences of a supernatural nature which are as much general as particular, consequences little known because they are little sought but which are nonetheless indisputable. Who could doubt the benefits that death in war brings? And who could believe that the victims of this dreadful judgment have shed their blood in vain? But this is not the time to insist on this kind of question; our age is not yet ready to concern itself with it. Let us leave it to its physics and for our own part keep our eyes fixed firmly to that invisible world which will explain everything.

War is divine in the mysterious glory that surrounds it and in the no less inexplicable attraction that draws us to it.

War is divine in the protection granted to the great leaders, even the most daring, who are rarely struck down in battle, and only when their renown can no longer be increased and when their mission is completed.

War is divine by the manner in which it breaks out. I do not want to excuse anyone inopportunely, but how many of those who are regarded as the immediate authors of wars are themselves carried along by circumstances! At the exact moment brought about by men and prescribed by justice, God comes forward to exact vengeance for the iniquity committed by the inhabitants of this world against him...

Meme
Meme
Enlightened anti-spook
Needs more rape/10

vertices

I'm 6'3 but if I'm around shorter people I claim to be 5'9.

There was only one enemy remaining; two if you counted God.

There was only one faggot remaining; two if you counted OP.

I see myself in the mirror, and what I see is nothing. I see a man in black, because black is how I feel on the inside.

She was dead. Recently, I thought, as I looked her over. The fresh semen that oozed from her cunt confirmed it. I hoped for her sake that he had choked her and then raped her but that was never the case, suffering was the point.

How do you know she didn't die long ago and the fresh semen was put there by a necrophiliac? Gaping plot hole, just like her cunt.

I giggled

I wrote the lyrics for this. How did I do?

youtu.be/UCpN_QGOUno

Songwriting is not Veeky Forums on any level please neck yourself.
^My edge submission btw

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It was the sixth time that semester that he went to the principle's office. First time that didn't involve broken bones.

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN
THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEAL
I WILL CUT MYSELF
CUTTING UNTIL IT HEALS
CRAAAWWWWW

This whole thread is pure cringe.

I always feel like this when I was leaving Jane's place. One more missed opportunity to make a move that she is begging for. She might as well have walked around naked. She does always tell pointless stories that make me angry just thinking about how deficient she is. And she knows I'm not listening. My eyes looking everywhere around the room, having no response to anything after she's finished. But we but fulfill our part. Is this the lower level of communication I should come to expect. If your fucking the girl at least you can justify it on the most animalistic level, but what I do is torture. The ritualistic dance, instead of wine and flowers under the pale moon light, I get tales of how Monica hasn't opened her message for the past six hours, and I dare not tell her to just call the broad. I'll be seeing Jane tomorrow.

There are only two genders.

Gypsies are black not because of their genes, but because they're dirty.

there is only one gender and it is female, why do you think the soul is always imagined as a girl?

fucking plebs.

Escorted by Desgranges and Duclos, the Duc and Curval make a journey to the cellars with Augustine in the course of that night; her ass has been preserved in excellent condition, 'tis now lashed to tatters, then the two brothers alternately embugger her, but guard their seed, and then the Duc gives her fifty-eight wounds in the buttocks, pours boiling oil into each gash. He drives a hot iron into her cunt, another into her ass, and fucks her wounded charms, his prick sheathed in a sealskin condom which worsens the already lamentable state of her privities. That accomplished, the flesh is peeled away from the bones of her arms and legs, which bones are sawed in several different places, then her nerves are laid bare in four adjacent places, the nerve ends are tied to a short stick which, like a tourniquet, is twisted, thus drawing forth the aforesaid nerves, which are very delicate parts of the human anatomy and, which, when mistreated, cause the patient to suffer much. Augustine's agonies are unheard-of.

She is given some respite and allowed to recruit her strength, then Messieurs resume work, but this time, as the nerves are pulled into sight, they are scraped with the blade of a knife. The friends complete that operation and now move elsewhere; a hole is bored in her throat, her tongue is drawn back, down, and passed through it, 'tis a comical effect, they broil her remaining breast, then, clutching a scalpel, the Duc thrusts his hand into her cunt and cuts through the partition dividing the anus from the vagina; he throws aside the scalpel, reintroduces his hand, and rummaging about in her entrails, forces her to shit through her cunt, another amusing stunt; then, availing himself of the same entrance, he reaches up and tears open her stomach. Next, they concentrate upon her visage: cut away her ears, burn her nasal passages, blind her eyes with molten sealing wax, girdle her cranium, hang her by the hair, attach heavy stones to her feet, and allow her to drop: the top of the skull remains dangling.

She was still breathing when she fell, and the Duc encunted her in this sorry state; he discharged and came away only the more enraged. They split her belly, opened her, and applied fire to her entrails; scalpel in hand, the Président burrows in her chest and harasses her heart, puncturing it in several places. 'Twas only then her soul fled her body; at the age of fifteen years and eight months thus perished one of the most heavenly creatures ever formed by Nature's skillful hand. Etc. Her eulogy.

because it's a derivative of the mother-imago, a symbolic designation for the amount of libido remaining in the mother-imago

it is not very edgy...

Hot , hentai of this when?

Is this from that clip on youtube?

How does an individual cell cry, both metaphorically and literally?

I am weak,
but if I had a gun,
I would devour the world.

stretching out their pseudopods!

Women aren't superior to men.

Osmosis

"it was a hologram all along kiddo"
*starts floating in the air with his eyes glowing red and spheres of dark energy resonating with his palms*
"Choose your next words carefully"