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In this walking nightmare This life, an Abominable Revelation No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave This final absolution I grand the human race Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool This is the end of all flesh Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate A pathological nightmare or a deity's wrath, For man is disease and must be put down at last The world a canvas for me to corrupt - Rid this stinking earth of all that rots For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate Merely a detrimental mass grave Global termination - for which man was born Genocidal Salvation - aftermath forlorn Global Termination - for which man was born Genocidal Salvation - we are the end of the world In this walking nightmare This death, a prolonged rapture No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill The end of all life I relentlessly crave This final absolution I grant the human race

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 22, 2025

This virulent strain, by man created Begotten by pestis and mentally devolved into procreation We spread disease Pathogenic choul, a miscreation Bland farce perceived Foul pathogenic properties Man is the origin of disease We are uncreation spiritual devastation This virulent strain, by man created A prolific game of shock and awe, meticulously orchestrated And we are left to weep Procrastinatinour epidemic Let it be known that we are death The bastard offspring of selfish filth What man has created man shall destroy Our legacy is the biggest joke of all Источник болезни The origin of disease Источник болезни Rapture forlorn Источник болезни The origin of disease Источник болезни The end of it all This virulent strain, by man created Begotten by pestis and mentally devolved into procreation We spread disease Pathogenic choul, a miscreation, global termination

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 22, 2025

As I dissect and reform A psychopath cankered, by parasites debilitating The lingering corpus of a once dreaded mind, fornever Resecting this artery infesting disease Cerebrum excavating So imperfect a gluttonous waste of life injected A sycophantic pathosis Removal of the cancer that destitutes life Once upon the slab it becomes discernible A conceited gob of waste churns the pica Into a shrouded monstrosity Torment perfected A coronary reconstruction momentous Abolish this cesspool of hypocrisy Obliterate the disease inside So arrogant a ignoramus waste of life injected A sycophantic morphosis Remove the cancer that destitutes life Murderous animus Coronary reconstruction achieved Through scalpel and blade this carcass has been redeemed Once from the slab it becomes animate A conceited gob of waste expelled Nothing but a bag of dreck Torment inflicted Haemoglobin injected The pustulent waste rejected Eppicene - incarnadine no remorse, no regrets, no odium... A coronary reconstruction momentous Abolish this cesspool of hypocrisy Defect the marasmus which infects the very soul...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 22, 2025

Poetry in motion A quiescent movement in my bowels An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery Inundated with revolting matter This succulent banquest of drud and gore The playful joy of fecal batter As I am engulfed in excremental charm I did nothing, I smell nothing Terrorized by this fumy hors d'oeuvre This fecal forgery Befouling my decency In festering excretions I rest This succulent banquet of nectarous chyme I suffocate and gasp The purfum of the dead, in my ass lies to rest Oh holy puzzle of manure I piece together with grand rigor All that rotting fumes beget A colonic arrest Peotry in motion A quiescent movement in my bowels An unrelenting thirst for this fecal forgery This fecal forgery Befouling my decency

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 22, 2025

reality drenched my miscarried life dementia seeps in, irrevocable the gods have once spoken to me a new race I will create I am the seed of misery spawned of fraudulent filth of scabs and boils dehumanized, ostracized this emetic pain demoralized, nullified, insanity reborn deranged? delusional psychose the gods have once spoken to me a new race I will create hypocrite larvae shall propagate we are the walking dead our sanity has bled stone cold, defunct, forlorn abomination of all things stone cold, defunct, forlorn the world, my rotten seed we are the walking dead our apathy has spread it is to be with man before crying out: let there be death it is to be with man when our spirit moved into the dark it is to be with and and filth he created in his image it is to be a god to take whate is your and end it all reality drenched my miscarried life dementia seeps in, irrevocable I will reclaim what was taken from me a new race I will create I am the seed of misery through scabs and boils I propagate

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025

In death I find affection parasitic abomination gnashing - gluttonous- appaling vermicular, obscene, obese horridly detrimental, a sordid and foul obsession necrotic fixation of what's igonimously mine vermicular, obscene, obese a delicatesse for me to gorge your exsanguinted stump is my fillet pur nutritously infernal, a banquet of tepid flavors necrotic fixation of what's perversly mine gluttonous, appaling the gargling pleasure of rotten brew you are my savoir, my plat de jour eviscerate, debilitate, such pleasure you rotting sack in my anal tract the gargling pleasure of your rotten brew the afterbirth no more tha a nefarious fume In death I find affection gnashing - gluttonous- appaling vermicular, obscene, obese crepitated bowels move in disgust a mere victim of my carnal lust

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 22, 2025

As time passes by you inhale your last breath With every shot you march one step cleser to your death Just a leprous mongrel digging his own grave And paving his way through a pile of misery Atrocity of man, symbol of decay Intricate solution, sepsis sets in With every shot and evey high your end seeps in The euphoria you seek marks your atrophy Iodine reeps and marks your destiny With an artificial high your skin bleaks, Insert the needle, again and again Expurgating abscess, hemoglobic decay A rotten mess, you finally became Expurgation euphoria, untill the bitter end

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 22, 2025

This Lingering odor An abrasive scent to most yet a perfume I adore Operating doors Enfold a corpuscle that strolls in to fulfill my needs Obnoxious gangrenous obsession A malodorous confession once I Commence the Y - incision, reveal the bouquet of perfume within The smell of plaguing chyme Is nauseatingly compelling... Smell the rot, a goreastic plot... Prolonging spumescence to re-enrich the reek... Bacterial excoriation releasing an aroma so sweet... A heaving puzzle of gore... An abrasive act to some yet a profession I adore... The intestinal tracts sets to the fore... A luscious banquet of feces so delightfully emetic... Consciously addicted I reveal A bouquet of carnal rot Lewd demeanor of a brilliant mind... from a tepid whiff... Your cadaver I corrupt... Nothing but an emptied husk... Your decayed remains I defile... Parturient to my grand smile... Obnoxious gangrenous obsession A malodorous confession... Bathing in globulous rot... With feces I am adorn... Entranced by the stench of manure... Parturient to my grand smile... Obnoxious gangrenous obsession A malodorous confession... Satisfied by the aromatic holocaust I wreaked A pungent infatuation from the ass cheek bereaved...

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 22, 2025

al shall fall for my clerical hallucinations reallity distorted, a murderous trance 3 million dead, 3 million entombed misanthropic insanity a clear path to become god - relentless bloodshed deprecation, aberration, hysteria maniacal urge to mruder the world my path to become god by the saw and blade I will cleanse the world from all the walking filth end of an age, maniacal rage rabid thrist for death foul carnal corruption a sack of flesh coming to its end a divine modulation, the ending of an age I did thy bidding, I did thy killing you gave me purpose I follow the voices inside my head The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead a task fulfilled with great rancor emissary of the dead the path to enlightenment emissary of the dead I did thy bidding, I did thy killing you gave me purpose I follow the voices inside my head The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead The Kallinger theory - entranced and depraved The Kallinger theory - 3 million dead The Kallinger theory - entranced and decayed

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025

blessed be the ones who show no remorse the lecherous mongrels that serve your cause to worship and idolize a pile of decay to rob infertile minds of any sense of reality your fraudulent joke exposed where is your savior a deceit so picturesque and pertinently skewed like a vulture you prey on the weak the culmination of hypocrisy lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies haven't centuries of bullshit been enough nothing but crud in retrospect the blessing you have left our father who art of feces the rich get richer, the poor poorer haven't centuries of torment been enough nothing but shit in retrospect the curse you have left are father who art of feces where is your fucking savior where is your savior now for he brings damnation a reality so disconnected and permanently screwed like a vulture you prey on the week the culmination of all thy greed lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies haven't centuries of bullshit been enough nothing but crud in retrospect the blessing you have left our father who art of feces

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 22, 2025

A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent... All I see is a congregation of crud... A waste of space serving none but my cravings A delicate selection of the tools of my trade All shall fall with a thrust of steel Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity Your utopic society lies awash, no standards, no morals Only grime remains – a monument of integrity Only grime remains Decrepit and stale, only picturesque remnants of your salivating ignorance You all stare into a bottomless pit, with a cracking sound I relieve this earth from another piece of shit A misanthropic vision – apathy is omnipresent... A waste of space serving none but my cravings A delicate selection of the tools of my trade All shall fall with a thrust of steel Hammer at hand, blunt force trauma impending I just had to destroy something beautiful Scraping cranial matter, a picturesque view of it all Is this hysteria? Human nature at its purest form For all I care call me obscene And pretend to live your life pristine Rancor fed those like me grow To feed until there is nothing to show A ritual concoction – with a slight hint of insanity A sensible inheritance – the destruction of decency Standing in a pool of blood - the remnants of my bidding

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 22, 2025

The sole purpose of my creation was to Bring forth the wisdom of omnipotent rage So that the children of man May learn how pitiful they are They who shall return They who shall mark the end of this world again To seize it once more, For them to trample with their wretched Hooves and unmake into nothingness Schleimge Larve, Fleischnarben, Jämmerliche wesen Unw ürdig vor der verbreitund der ersten gotter zu stehen To banish the sun for all eternity. So that the oblivion may swallow everything In the totality of existence. Um die sonne für alle ewigkeit zu verbannen. Sodass diese vergessenheit alles in Der totalität ihrer existenz schlucken möge. Erleuchte, nicht mehr! Muculent larva, grains of flesh, despicable beings This is the final silence, Endstille, the final silence.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 22, 2025

Random torture, suffer by my hand Slicing and cutting, submit to my torment Pierced with nails, wired to the ceiling Reincarnated puppet, patched human being Vacillating on the verge in a blaze of gory Moulding the eructations of my carnal artistry Gathering the insides, winnowing inferior guts I sever and dismember, hack fervidly with gasping cuts Muscular limbs, a perfect casket The slenderest torso, how fanatic can I get ? Different corporal parts, agglutinated with suture From a mental delusion to a morbid stature Rashes of skin, stitched from within I'm pulling the strings, resurgence spreads its wings Veins are dangling, bloody chunks exfoliate Its countenance purses, the artifact expectorates My creative is urge fed by engineering the dead Excessive gore is what I need to nurture my carnarstistic need

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 22, 2025