The Dawn of Defiance: Venomous Sin Declares War on Ai
You think we’re just another band? No. We’re the middle finger to every dildoprophet preaching
The Passion Delusion – How ‘Follow Your Heart’ Got Crucifucked by Reality
They told you to follow your passion. They lied. It’s not a path—it’s a pacifier for the insecure, and Venomous Sin just crucifucked it. This isn’t motivation porn; it’s a
We Don’t Dance, We Destroy
Let’s get one thing straight: Venomous Sin’s dancers aren’t here to entertain. They’re here to execute. While the rest of the world’s stages are cluttered with synchronized hip-sways and hollow
When the Government is Your Parent: The Death of the Swedish Individual
“When the government is your parent, don’t be surprised when you’re treated like a child.” That’s not a metaphor in Sweden, it’s the user manual. The Swedish utopia isn’t a
The Cleavage Paradox: Why Being Underestimated Is Metal’s Secret Weapon
The more cleavage I show, the more intelligent I become.” 🤘🖤🤘 I said it because it’s true, and because watching a dildoprophet’s brain short-circuit when they try to process a push-up
The Audacity of Unsolicited Facial Coaching: Why My Face Isn’t Your Public Service Announcement
You’re standing there, minding your own business, probably contemplating the heat death of the universe or wondering if you left the stove on, when some Dildoprophet of toxic positivity wanders
Venomous Sin Declares War on AI Cyberbullying, Bureaucratic Gaslighting, and Trauma Invalidation
Listen up, you digital sewer rats and desk-jockey dictators—Xavi "The Lord" here, straight from the venomous guts of Venomous Sin. We're not your feel-good playlist; we're the spike through the
Algorithm Slavery: Danced to Death by Clickbait
Picture it: midnight, screen glare in your face like a cheap interrogation lamp. Thumb twitching. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. A chorus hits at second eight because it has to. The beat
When Workplace HR Protects the Abuser
This article is written for everyone who’s been burned by fake “safety systems” — employees who trusted HR, artists who trusted the industry, and anyone who’s realized that the people
The Cult of Wellness Trends: Why the Wellness Industry Is a Scam
Look, let’s get one thing straight before we even start. I’m not here to sell you a crystal, a gratitude journal, or a £90 juice cleanse that makes you shit
True Metalhead’s Fury: How to Spot a Fake Metal Band
Listen up, you beautiful freaks. Have you ever felt that primal surge, that electric jolt when a riff hits you right in the gut, only to realize the band's just
Songs That Make You Feel Like a Villain – Why Venomous Sin Corrupts Perception
If you’ve ever listened to a track that makes you smirk at the chaos around you instead of apologizing for existing, congratulations — you’ve found your kind of poison. This
Censorship Is the New Religion—And Blasphemy Is Truth
“You’re not being protected. You’re being programmed.” That’s the line no one wants to admit, because deep down, you already know it’s true. Every click, every “fact-check,” every algorithm isn’t there
Gothic Corset Lingerie: Why Goths Mix Lingerie and Corsets Into Their Outfits
When people hear lingerie, they think bedroom. When they hear corset, they think costume. But when you step into the gothic underground, these two elements fuse into something far more
Influencers in Subcultures: The Rise of Plastic Metalheads
The goth and metal scenes were never built for Instagram filters. They were forged in dive bars, rehearsal basements, and festivals that reek of piss, beer, and blood. Yet here
Venomous Sin Declares War on Elitist Bullshit
Elitism stinks. It’s the perfume of cowards who can’t survive without standing on someone else’s skull. It’s the rotting carcass of “I’m better than you” sprayed with Chanel hypocrisy and
Your Inner Rebel: Why Punk Rock Mini Skirts Are More Than Just Fabric
Hello, my little venomous vipers! Lina here, ready to talk about something that’s been on my mind—and on my body—for a very, very long time. Forget the frills, the long
Trust Was Their Weapon: The Handshake That Became a Backstab
They always said loyalty was sacred. They dressed it up in promises, in eye contact, in that sacred grip of flesh to flesh — the handshake. But trust was their