Category: revenge

  • Until Nothing Remains

    Let them fall from your lips on the ground
    And consume you in flames with your crown
    You can add up your ill-gotten gains
    And keep count till nothing remains



    Rise ye wolves up above the sound
    Through the choir of sheep as they drown
    Raise the banner of the proud and untamed
    Burn the kingdom down… until nothing remains

    Death throe dance pul in quite the crowd
    Cheering throngs of the scorned still unbowed
    The system’s dead and we spit on the grave
    Let it fucking rot… until nothing remains

    You hide in a sickness that leaves you unbowed
    Scorched earth policy friendships allow
    For your dreams and their failings to mount
    An assault on continous lies

    Let them fall from your lips on the ground
    And consume you in flames with your crown
    You can add up your ill-gotten gains
    And keep count till nothing remains

    When ashes remain
    Burn… ’til the truth is out
    Burn… down to hallowed ground
    Burn… and rebuild again
    Burn. Burn. Until nothing remains


    Boy Sets Fire

    Written by: Joshua Latshaw, Nathan Gray, Robert Ehrenbrand, Charles W Istvan, Christopher Rakus
    Album: While a Nation Sleeps
    Released: 2013

  • incest wealth, bloated & depraved, voyeur of abomination

    History teaches us a lesson about what the majority of the insanely rich and powerful become, how their brains devolve into psychosis, those that exist “As Above”; viewing the rest of us as meat bound chattle, flesh to be exploited, blood to be guzzled, to kill us with impunity, injure us, as if swallowing and bathing in the blood of virgins & the young can unwrinkle your skin or stop the ends of your DNA strands unraveling. The ultra-wealthy the powerful (abomination), these people use your labor, use disease, abort your health from the pollution they dump in your air, your water to make profit, use everthing to enrich themselves futher and steal your power, your health, & your confidence. The supposed miracle of laize-faire capitalism birthed into bloody flesh ripping cannibalism, disembowling itself, hedging itself, gorging itself on it’s own innards, betting on failure, only to leave shit, piss, bile, and gnashed bone.

          Make you small, weak, prey.


    Keep Rotting in the Free World

    Consumer or consumed, your life is cheap
    Economic salvation in sweatshops returned from the east,

    Despair the only quality of strife,

    A reason for existence if you can afford the price,            

    If your price is right


         250 years of the USA and it has birthed another generation of Nero’s, Bathory’s, D’sade’s, Caligula’s; your Maxwell’s, Diddy’s, Epsteins, Trumps, Fergusons, intelligence agencies…..we have called them the wealthy, rich, celebrities, CEO’s, intellectuals, left right, liberal conservative.

       Ghouls who survive on the cannabilism of their fellow human beings. Spheres of power,  as a super predator, you are the prey. They rape, commit genocide, murder, pollute and without question prove that wealth & power twist their humanity into abomination. Each inch given by us, the unwashed riff-raff, brings humanity a few feet closer to speciecide. The instable hunger of the abomination from insane levels of concentrated wealth and it’s self-serving power.

        Multiple spheres of power coalesce, using other’s for the physical manifestation of their cruelty. It’s not enough to raise the prices of medication, or dump PCB’s in the water, force hunger, or steal your labor; they need to exert that power on living targets they can touch; deflowerimg by the domination of the powerless, those invisible. Rape is the goal, seeing the cruelty they created by their own hands, yielding that power must be seen physically and mentally on a victim, to enforce the fact that they beleive themselves “On High” over the rest of us who do not exist in their incestual nucleus of spheres; to manifest it, on a small scale for selfish gratification. The sweet suffering of the helpless; A sacrifice to their gluttonous god they worship: Themselves!

  • What do I stand for or was I born against?

    What do I stand for or was I born against?

    Credit to the prompt goes to https://justrojie.com


    How do you actually define this?

       When you stand for something, that means you should be automatically against the binary inverse, unfortunately pride, arrogance, aggrieved victimhood, situational ethics (tribalism), can & will take these parts of character, twist them into unrecognizable mutants, and destroy those things once held dear into phantoms and outright frauds.

    Sign Language 7″ compilation, Allied Recordings, 1992. https://www.discogs.com/release/2586751-Various-Sign-Language

       The above are three human conditions, I stand against. I have stood against them for basically my entire life. They are reflected in most of my actions, down to where i shop (I keep it small, local or regional as possible), who I support politicaly, and personal interactions with others. I view all people as equal at birth and all should have the same opportunities.

      I question everything, even my personal philosophy, my left leaning politics, my character, my actions, what I beleive since I was young. Growing up in conflict has conditioned me into a powerful detachment, yet I am endlessly passionate when it comes to my beliefs, that “being rational”, that empathy & compassion in the end will make the case that these base human needs will win out and are more important than rage, bigotry, hate, apathy, & indifference.


    “Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.”

    Alexander Hamilton


      No doubt I am a fool; but at the end of the day, looking into the mirror, it’s far more important that I expressed my character honorably and that I stand my ground.


    ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • White Whale

    I have no white whale to consume my soul, I am that white whale. Born a beast a monster: failures, oppression, hurt, murder, rape, death, genocide, femicide, and even your internal misery. I am your enemy i am your monster.

    qualities you possess, your biological virtuous signaling superiority; a kingdom built of rage safe space for authority
    victimhood aggreivment gives you power, self righteous-justification, superior unquestioned objectification

           of me, the white whale

    pluck out my eyes, spear my flesh, spill my blood, sickle my fat, bind my girth, blind me with your spit, hell hath no fury like your scorn upon me, i am your monster, your beast, a sacrifice for the goddess your ruler above, penetrate me, rape me, a mangled object your conquest that was born guilty

    Yes be Ahab, understand
    While lashed on your shattered ship
    Sinking into the ocean abyss

    ”Damning yourself was a choice,  you created your end by decision, your agency was your own.”


    “Never understanding the nature of revenge while you let me consume your soul, do you understand you never were free, as long as all your thoughts were always centered on me.”

    I, the white whale swims free, I will forever, be the last thing your living eyes ever shall see


    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025.