**"Cursed Refuse"** Piled high, the rot consumes, A wasteland birthed from toxic tombs. Cursed refuse, it festers deep, A plague of filth, no soul shall sleep! Rotting heaps of foul decay, A stench of doom that won't away. Toxic rivers, the sludge runs red, This trash heap's home to the living dead. Plastic gods in a poisoned mire, Burning fumes, an unholy fire. The cursed waste, it claims its prize, Life erodes as the earth slowly dies. Cursed refuse, the filth alive, Born of greed, none will survive. A rotting world, the end begins, Buried beneath our mortal sins. Metal shards and bones entwined, Ashes of worlds now left behind. Pestilent fog, the air we breathe, A legacy of ruin we cannot leave. The trash pile grows, a kingdom's throne, Ruling over a world unknown. The cursed refuse, it breeds despair, An empire built on a dying prayer. Cursed refuse, the filth alive, Born of greed, none will survive. A rotting world, the end begins, Buried beneath our mortal sins. The filth takes form, a beast of hate, Its hunger grows, it seals our fate. Rising high, the trash consumes, A kingdom crowned in toxic fumes. No savior comes, no light will shine, This cursed waste, the end of time.
Screams erupt as the garbage feeds, A monstrous spawn of human greed. Through the wreckage, the cursed thrive, A world of ruin where none survive! Cursed refuse, the earth’s decay, A wretched fate we cannot delay. Through endless rot, the darkness blooms, A throne of filth in toxic tombs.
perfect... happy new years..
**"Cursed Refuse"**
Piled high, the rot consumes,
A wasteland birthed from toxic tombs.
Cursed refuse, it festers deep,
A plague of filth, no soul shall sleep!
Rotting heaps of foul decay,
A stench of doom that won't away.
Toxic rivers, the sludge runs red,
This trash heap's home to the living dead.
Plastic gods in a poisoned mire,
Burning fumes, an unholy fire.
The cursed waste, it claims its prize,
Life erodes as the earth slowly dies.
Cursed refuse, the filth alive,
Born of greed, none will survive.
A rotting world, the end begins,
Buried beneath our mortal sins.
Metal shards and bones entwined,
Ashes of worlds now left behind.
Pestilent fog, the air we breathe,
A legacy of ruin we cannot leave.
The trash pile grows, a kingdom's throne,
Ruling over a world unknown.
The cursed refuse, it breeds despair,
An empire built on a dying prayer.
Cursed refuse, the filth alive,
Born of greed, none will survive.
A rotting world, the end begins,
Buried beneath our mortal sins.
The filth takes form, a beast of hate,
Its hunger grows, it seals our fate.
Rising high, the trash consumes,
A kingdom crowned in toxic fumes.
No savior comes, no light will shine,
This cursed waste, the end of time.
Screams erupt as the garbage feeds,
A monstrous spawn of human greed.
Through the wreckage, the cursed thrive,
A world of ruin where none survive!
Cursed refuse, the earth’s decay,
A wretched fate we cannot delay.
Through endless rot, the darkness blooms,
A throne of filth in toxic tombs.
nice