Omnicide

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Visions of ivory smiles fill thy fantasy Tight confines in the midst mouldy graves Existence, the slumbering deathlike rest Before the awakening on a higher plane Waiting amongst the dead In smouldering austere tombs Still kindled by the flames Of ageless patience waiting For a breath of wisdom to ignite This cannibal conflagration Tearing its way through corpses Cleaving carnality away in chunks Tearing its way through corpses Cleaving carnality away in chunks Along with weak illusory remnants Of ceaseless demise mistaken for life Death inculcated in plain view But none are able to perceive Every last drop of blood falling Into an ocean of pain called truth Shall ever man disentangle reason? From the everlasting wretched web Of debased venerated absurdities To which a myriad of slave minds Lie ensnared for spiralling centuries How can truth ever be known? When even men's nature lies As walking cadavers litter the earth Abominations spreading like cancer All dead to the eyes of those awoken Wholly barren of any signs of life Just claim ahead of what remains Silent vacant sepulchres lie in wait For the living dead walking the earth Trudging endlessly towards the edge

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 06, 2026

We're one sunlit eve away from the storm One caressing kiss away from the fist One promising tomorrow away from sorrow One steady step away from the slippery edge One laughter filled breath away from our death One daring leap on a mountain too steep We're one genocide away from salvation One droplet of rain away from the flood One restful sleep from the cemetery mud One triumphant victory away from shame One unique idea and it's all the same We're one bullet away from homicide One sandy step away from the deadly tide One truth, bleeding from ten thousand lies One incessant horde that follows as mice One furtive abortion from annihilation We're one fraction of an immense abstraction One will to slaughter our way to salvation One wield of a sword from the godhead's ablation One impure stream of cleansing devotion One more stab at a mother in convulsion We're one expression of freedom in bondage One wall in a prison of our own conception One colony of maggots feeding on a sore wound One dangling strand of hope poised on doom One virulent strike cast in burning desire We're one mind with no design that is right One strenuous now from tomorrow's plight One field of vision and nothing in sight One short eternity from heavens light

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Standing on the nameless graves Of victims slain just to please me Tortured craving death as mercy Mangled so my whims be served Their life I claimed, stalked and reaped Living they belonged solely to me To torque and shape as I demand Emperor in my ruthless dominion Sovereignty of terror I uphold Treading placidly on moist soil While they rot beneath my feet Their putrescent decomposition Summons my countless servants To gather for the decaying banquet Of human leftovers that I abjured For nature to claim her sublime due When dead they serve no purpose Mortal injury being the perfect tool To extract fear in massive amounts Supreme tyrant by my own decree Sovereignty of terror I uphold Treading placidly on moist soil While they rot beneath my feet Their putrescent decomposition Summons my countless servants To gather for the decaying banquet Of human leftovers that I abjured For nature to claim her sublime due To dispense pain and harvest dread Becoming a tangible addictive entity Transpiring like a flood with force Which I devour in rabid voracity Years have refined my methodology Finding new and creative schemes To prolong pain in ghastly ways And exalt my victims' ordeal What a waste when sudden death occurs Matriarchy dominates my collection To dispense pain and harvest dread Becoming a tangible addictive entity Of graying husks burred in damp earth Penchant for tender flesh of females Being more malleable for my designs But in the end I don't deny myself conveying Unthinkable suffrage indiscriminately All are welcome among the fold To rot in saturated mass graves Rigorously terrorizing the living Absorbing fear is my sole undertaking

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

In due time when lastly I become death Death will be the seed from which I grow Animated by ardent conflagration I am all you so heatedly strove for Now filled with regret wail in desperation For all shall vanish in one violent roar For death needs time for what it kills to grow in This endless viral replication of life-in-death The furnace of millennial pressures Scorched beneath flaming wings Virulently explodes in vengeful wrath Scorched beneath flaming wings A heated pyroclastic flow that purges Scorched beneath flaming wings Consuming all standing in its path Scorched beneath flaming wings The wings of death Unfurl with a cry of war Now filled with regret Behold the Phoenix soar Now I am become death destroyer of worlds Flirting with possibilities beyond hate and bliss Placing illusion in the fiery grave as it belongs Into scorching fire all shall find their desired peace A flame of omnicidal candor Embracing all in grandeur Scorching bonds in rapture Nothing but glowing stupor

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Supine in dormant likeness waiting A husk of unaware of the havoc within Cells are bursting in a chain reaction Decay is their only finite function Flesh to liquid than rarified to vapors Emanations of rot vitriolic to the senses Finding escape routes through cavities Witness the final dread of a narcissist Lucidly shown by the gray cold light That same nagging intermittent flicker Conferring death its own dismal luster With its subtle metamorphic changes While a moth flaps its powdery wings Dropping its chalklike residue onto Dry spent eyes evoking their void hopes Faintly glistening in the cold brightness Years of self-centered consciousness In the end also lead their way to this Delusions of grandeur extinguished Upon the dreaded dissecting table Supine onto it welcoming surface The smooth frigid feel of polished steel Draining the last slivers of bodily heat Nestled within tissues in decomposition So torrid to the touch so cold as cold can be The once delicate curves and features Look so disjointed and angular as of now Lifeless husk slowly torn apart by gravity Lifting the limp head and pushing a trocar Below the union of diaphragm and sternum Steel scraping the abdomen's architecture Bleeding dry the torso's lower cavities Of its purulent sludge-foaming abscesses The embalming art meticulous in process Not to restore the husk's former semblance Merely to the defy nature's grip just enough As to prevent further decay prior to entombment Such a practice heralds a constant remainder Of flesh's mortality as positively expendable And utterly disposable unlike the inner fire Lifting the limp head and pushing a trocar Below the union of diaphragm and sternum Steel scraping the abdomen's architecture Bleeding dry the torso's lower cavities

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Hollowed animus by tides of lethargy Emotion disowned like an unwanted fetus The sterile mind becomes a hollowed womb Akin to a dilapidated temple harboring emptiness Leaving decaying light with void to caress In the midst of slumbering silence I'm alert Dwindling in twilight toward the edge of sanity No amount of time ample enough to expunge These incessant thoughts of utter futility In the wake of leavening nothing but absurdity Whilst severing the last ties with normalcy Vehemently sinking in thoughts as thick as mud Whilst severing the last ties with normalcy Vehemently sinking in thoughts as thick as mud Deeper and deeper subsiding in obliteration Residue scraps of empathy echoing inside Roused by ushers from the bygone past Find no anchor through vast inner void Sifting amid gray of stillborn dreams Sights of innocence put through misery Do not incite any kind of visceral turmoil All perception filtered and rectified sternly Through the rapacious gapes of animal eyes Devouring the ailing relics of a rotten structure Which time and again rouses that subtle nausea With every new dawn magnifying itself Turning whispers into slabs of lead on granite Funeral bells is what I hear when infants wail And smiles are no more than grinning skulls The only datum to my fragmented conscience

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

No long space I denuded the flesh of her Silky skin warm and ripe I left to cool No long space I denuded the flesh of her Silky skin warm and ripe I left to cool While sprawling myself on the ground Beside the candid pallor of the corpse Shown by the swollen orb of the moon Red like reeking menstrual blood Oozing from the cunt of this cold nymph Solemnly gazing at a stray universe Where nothing but chaos is logical But as of now no doubt afflicts me Unperturbed in my debauchery Eyes still fixed on the galactic expanse Unperturbed in my debauchery Eyes still fixed on the galactic expanse That strange breath of astral sperm And heavenly urine across the vault Chronicles of gouged eyes Chronicles of gouged eyes Formed by the ring of constellations Inspiring callous thoughts of decadence Far from dreary pleasures of the flesh Soiled not just in my body and wits But also in any sickness I may conceive In the course of my pernicious acts The black cosmos serving as a backdrop To each lewd endeavor I engage in Delicately stroking her frigid skin Spasms rippling through my muscles Aroused by the glacial stare of the dead Licking vestiges of the carnally despoiled Still faintly bearing the living's gust Promptly I spurt a wave of semen Trickling down the corner of her left eye Which I nimbly pluck off its socket Smearing her face with congealed blood As I gnaw at obstinate ocular ligaments Leaving a vacant hole For my shaft to lodge in Panting as my sock sinks into the brain Adamantly thrusting until the neck snaps Elated I let off the dangling cranium And raven wisps gently brush my feet Once again I straddle by the bare cadaver Still jubilant with the depraved release My dazzled skull resting on the hard ground Savoring every instant while sucking On the smooth roundness of the harvested eye Contemplating while my own deranged eyes Bounce restless thoughts back to infinity Contemplating while my own deranged eyes Bounce restless thoughts back to infinity

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

The thrones of might are finally subsiding To the ravages of aeons eroding in vagary As mud is claimed by the depths of the abyss Ubiquitous turns of mindless cogwheels Crushing empires erected on shifty sands As the already ailing earth is reduced to ash Consumed in the fires of mundane passions Hypocrisy's debit is now beyond redemption As the slate black curtains fall one by one Fumes of death soaring high eclipse the sun Fusing bodies disintegrate with ease in the heat A scape of insanity resonant of the ancient beat Dense black clouds leave the bloody grounds Revealing disturbed soils forming mounds As the slate black curtains fall one by one Fumes of death soaring high eclipse the sun Fusing bodies disintegrate with ease in the heat A scape of insanity resonant of the ancient beat The last vital inklings of life sucked away By withering flowers fed on filth in May Blood of the blind shed on distant shores Whom whither the storm had tossed If genocidal vilification was a sign of virtue Than surely man is at the epitome of grace Shining high almighty in splendor Amid the astral lights of the firmament Making the blood-lusting gods content Locked in perpetual conflict for its own sake War becomes ritual sacrificial cannibalism Where mutilated corpses are sublime offerings And their rancid fetor the incense to savior Growing infants the adepts waiting slaughter To be squandered upon the altars of lunacy Onto which the anointed priests rabidly drink Secretions of tangible aversion they have conjured

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Desires embedded, nourished within Spiritual convulsion of ill temptation Awoken by a scent my senses have picked Rousing violent urges of dissanguation Drooling for the taste of coagulation And solidifying curd all over my teeth While grinding flesh without trepidation Resolute obsession obfuscates my mind To gulp gelatinous pulp through my esophagus Pumping through the meanders of my veins Unbounded desire grown far beyond control With every new dawn magnifying itself Still unrelinquished with cold blood of beasts A futile containment soon to be washed away Yarning whilst dead fluids are stale in my mouth Craving the object of my meticulous fantasies A coveting I can't harness anymore Maligniously grown far beyond control The first time I peered through those eyes I knew they would become a piece of me Tumultuous feelings stirred by vivid thought Of sanguine saturation, being rinsed in shreds All I want is your blood all over me Deviantly dominated by this recurring thought Lucidly dreaming of red fluids spat on me Liquid viscosity red dripping femininity Far beyond carnal passion Engulfed with lust for you I will absorb the vital lymph Through every pore of my skin I will be reborn through your pain Purified by your expiatory sacrifice I will make you feel Taste my pleasures Brutal orgasmic induction Possession through aggression Rinsed in shreds Bright red slipping through my lips as I run my tongue On your sweet tasting gashes lubricated perpetually By the gushing streams my exclusive devotion is now complete We become one as I devour your heart

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Slightly short of any incumbency Cathedral structures sequentially Tower each other perpetually Held by the hymn of eternity Forget all philosophies of futility For devastation holds opportunity Only to be found in irrationality Which in the end is the one reality Tiny lives claiming pseudo-sanctity Infused in shit thriving complacency Take a glimpse in the cesspit Be bathed in blood before sanctuary Spit in the faces of this blood dynasty Take a glimpse in the cesspit There shall be blood and copiously The wounds of time bled profusely For years to come will bleed freely This celestial bloodletting to eternity Forget all philosophies of futility For devastation holds opportunity Only to be found in irrationality Which in the end is the one reality

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025