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Inhaling The Dead
02:13
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Dead. Frozen in time. Crushed by regrets. Decomposing – To the next life. Succumb to your fate. Fed into the kiln to barbecue. Nothing left but incineration. Everything reduced to ash and dust. Plenty now to share with – the crowd. Crush – Snort – Kill. Crush – Snort – Kill. Crushed and snorted for a sensation. Suddenly, a frenzied rabid mob. Seething and violent dry heaves. Gruesome deeds and everything macabre.
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Razor Wire Strangulation
02:56
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Every victim gasping for air. Razor wire squeezing and slicing. Trachea torn into flaps. Ripped apart with galvanized steel. Neck splits open as the head falls. Reach in and take out whatever. They struggle and reach for their necks. Struggling and mangling deeper. Razor wire strangulation. Bloody spewing decimation. Slurping and swallowing innards. Their life now becoming mine – to – chop – to – pieces. Thrown – up – spla – ttered – remnants. Path – o – gen – ic – flesh feast. Eat - them – up – for – breakfast. Overcome with sickness. He’s – sent – to - the – shredder. Toss – that – bitch - in – circles. All – or – gan – ic – flesh feast. Dick – chopped – off – just - for fun. Eat. It was worth all this ick. Vomitous. Now that they’re mine – to – chop – to – pieces. Thrown – up – spla – ttered – remnants. Path – o – gen – ic – flesh feast. Eat – them – up – for – breakfast. I’d kill them all over again. Funny how this shit works out. It feels good seeing them down there. It’ll just never be enough. Fuck it
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Kidnapped. Tortured. Feel the blades. The chainsaw maims. Facial tissue and brains are scrambled. Eyeballs fly. Their heads erupting. Satisfaction. A hardcore facelift. Bleed. Nobody is safe out here where no one hears you scream. It never happened. In the back. Shot through the forehead. Tie the feet. Hang them up to dry. Filling up. A bucket of blood. Time to prep. The guests are hungry. Southern Hacksaw Execution. Harvest the skin for arts and crafts. Wear their face to impress all your friends. Preserve molars for your display. Get it right the first time. Southern hacksaw liquidation. Serrated grinding blades. Turn you to lemonade. Put what’s left into the trough. Let the pigs take their pickings. Now they’ll be here forever. With a dead skin collector
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Imminent and sudden dismantling. Knife blades cutting slicing and chopping. Ragnarok seethes from the slumbering depths. Orbital impalement (the) nerves split in half. Heresy. Born from their suffering. Primal rot. Nightmare reality. Feeds on the lifeblood of a dying breed. Young and absorbable. Another entity dissolves. Into the aeriform. Barbed wire limbs pierce the skin. Over and over again. Resonating broken cries. Lacerations paralyze. Left for dead or just asthenic. Weakened the once self absorbed. Omentum and innards shredded. Cauterized enough to hold. On as the senses begin to dim. Spiraling in biomechanic hell. Verdant and cold unlike what we were told. Spiraling into the storm
Extirpated. Mortal process. Imminent and sudden dismantling. Machinations of derangement. Knife blades cutting slicing and chopping. Emerging violence, hemorrhaging death.
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Leishmaniasis
03:03
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Ivory walls of simian kings, Leishmaniasis curse unworthy deemed. Ivory walls that turn flesh explosive, mortality molds from city unearthed. Pus filled – eruptive. Scab laced – anatomy. Embed – parasite. Sandflies – in every hole. The past lives where now ruins lie. Apparitions have become the fly. Possessed through skin rotting from within. A dying frame seeking the unknown. Enter ape god land. From where there’s no return. Slow death sets in no alternate fate. Forest demise the primate awaits. Venture through the gates of hell. Into old land of red earth. Stare into venomous gaze. Barbed plants that rip flesh from bone. Hybrid men cross bred with apes. Natives eat from plates of gold. Shamanistic jaguar fangs. Suffer for the spirits’ mirth. The past lives where now ruins lie. Apparitions have become the fly. Possessed through skin rotting from within. A dying frame seeking the unknown. Enter ape god land. From where there’s no return
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Intent to suffer – this cycle of pure agony. Intent to suffer – I struggle to find my relief. Intent to suffer – I must pass on this misery. Intent to suffer – my vision for humanity. I find a release through morbid butchery. Keep slow and steady, eternal suffering. Faces melted. Heads erupted. Brain is splattered. Red cadaver. Desolate future. Your life means nothing to me. I slice and amputate. Your pride I violate. Morbid urge I can’t sedate. Redefining human hate. Live in harmony with disdain. Intent to suffer – this cycle of pure agony. Intent to suffer – I struggle to find my relief. Intent to suffer – I must pass on this misery. Intent to suffer – my vision for humanity. I find a release through morbid butchery. Keep slow and steady, eternal suffering. Intent to suffer. Intent to suffer
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Final Flesh Feast
02:49
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Insatiable lust. Grotesque fantasies. Inhuman. Sickening desire to feed on the flesh. Once plagued with sick hunger. Now glorified. Idolized. No remorse. Cameras, spotlights, interviews, “Tell us what she tastes like”. Grotesque fantasies. Reduced. Chopped up for a stew. Chewed on. Grinded into mush. Served up. Like a party platter. Personal hors d’oeuvres. Cannibal appetite. Degraded (Stuffed into sacks). Dragged through town (Then abandoned). No justice (She died in vain) Legacy (Of a a coward).
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Stabbing
02:42
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Another day. Another fuck up. From deep psychosis. My senses caught up. What lies before me. A sight of torment. Some mangled bodies. Now palpitations slow. Nothing to do but contemplate in silence. Till distant sounds close in I feel the sirens. Pound at my skull which holds my decaying brain. No time to think or plan a proper escape. Thirty five cops. Surround my home. I thought that pigs were really slow? Front door kicked in as I slip in a crawlspace. Smashed out some lights so they can’t follow the trail. Of blood and sweat and possibly piss I can’t hold. Just me and my knife the waster of life in the unknown. Unconscious acts. Of the deranged. No one will listen. I can’t explain. Nowhere to go. My life is done. Consequence close. I won’t be locked up. Plunge this knife in my own heart (the root of my evil ways). One through the side of my head in case they try to resuscitate and convict. Hillbilly woods. I’ve managed to make a quick sepulcher. What a way to end a small get together. Manic. Stabbing. Fuck it. One more thrust. My torso burns with each jab as blood flows. One more thrust. Each more slow. Weakening as the blood flows. Shit
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Visceral Liquid Terror
03:25
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Pungent atmosphere below the morbid fog, resonating danger in the bog. A lurker bellows beneath the slime, scrounging for another victim. Musty and leech ridden. The exiled one lies hidden. Just below the feet of the unfortunate who stumble. Running from the putrid dawn. Darkness dwelling toxic spawn. Hiding in the festering deep. Never to be heard or seen. Li – ving mold, apex predator of the quagmire. Steadily stalking it’s prey. Feel your – self fuse and become one with cold slime, algae fornicate. Running from the putrid dawn. Darkness dwelling toxic spawn. Hiding in the festering deep. Never to be heard or seen. Reek. Taste the scent of demise. Visceral liquid terror, aberration. Dis – posal of all who trudge. Glaring eyes hypnotic, corroding sun. Jaws, eviscerate, salivate, become one. Reek. Pungent atmosphere below the morbid fog, resonating danger in the bog. A lurker bellows beneath the slime, scrounging for another victim. Musty and leech ridden. The exiled one lies hidden. Just below the feet of the unfortunate who stumble. Pungent atmosphere below the morbid fog, resonating danger in the bog. A lurker bellows beneath the slime, scrounging for another victim. Musty and leech ridden. The exiled one lies hidden. Just below the feet of the unfortunate who stumble.
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Slashed Throat Awakening
02:47
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Disgusting. Sickening. Repulsion. Abhorrent. Newly awakened, I’m blinded with a deadly rage. Passed down through the intoxicating ash. I take the knife and start slashing. Inhuman being now transcended. Drive the blade across my own throat, suddenly I want to bleed. Somehow alive when I shouldn’t be. Undying as my own hate. A lust to kill. Inhuman being—Fleshy and wet. Human garbage disposal. Continue to consume. Inhaling the dead. I take the knife and start slashing. Inhuman being now transcended. Inhaled dead it’s becoming part of me. Tossing and turning and fighting my own sanity. I can see myself becoming an angel of death. But all along I only wanted it to – get rid of me permanently. Slashed throat awakening. I want to go back to sleep. Away from this deadly reality.
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It Ends With Flames
03:07
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Destruction of a body. Robbed of her young life. Utter decimation. Degenerate scum. Her ending’s come. Forced into perversion. Stripped and defiled. Forced into submission. Over and over. Human punching bag. Shoved into dirt. Force fed piss and mud. Her body thuds. Ignited into flames. Her ending’s come. Forced into perversion. Finally an end to her suffering. Undeserving of such depravity. Match lit up. She’s snatched up. Disposed of. She’s immolated, left to barbecue. Immolated, left to burn. Immolated left to die. Immolated, now she’s dead. It ends with flames. Blackened remains. It ends with flames. Blackened remains
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Pulsing Wound
02:24
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Crawl to your death. Without one leg. You don’t get far. Before you feel me exposing your insides. Through tendons and ripping skin. Slice by slice. Your life extracted. Bit by bit I’m collecting your flesh. Exposing the marrow. Through tendons and ripping skin. Skin. Harvesting fat. I must dissect. Muscle removed, a body of pulsing wounds. Wounds. A suit of skin. Remains of you. Take off the head. To save for lunch. Kept in the fridge. Next to the others. Cold case of meat. The human trophies. Dissipate the weak. Reduced to fragments. Simmered in a mix of whatever I like. Paired with bread. Dinner so divine. Your whole corpse. Is used to bring me joy. Endorphin rush I adore. Wearing your face Every other day. Looking so fine. Your flesh is mine. Still hear your cries. Resonate and excite
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