Indignities to the Dead / Lujuria de Chivo

Plumbing the depths of the now vacant carcass Degenerative processes now completed Feeling through a miry, putrid pulp Of organs which necrosis has thoroughly depleted... Delving into the nether regions of necrology I have disturbed and dismantled their graves Collecting the putrefacted, liquefied remains Into jars I have jealously saved... The crumbling human waste that passes for a corpse Is now a fetid pastime, in which I occasionally indulge The embalming of rancid mortal sludge collect A hobby not often divulged... Perversely pursuing pathological profundity But in the end I remain without comprehension I find myself searching in an overturned crypt Much to the tenants' ghastly apprehension... But in that muddy sepulchre of rot and decrepitude I find a brief solace from my woes and trepidation With my hands caked with gore and face streaked with rotten grume I come into a moment of vital realization... In that beautiful moment of essential oneness I ejaculate on the face of the stiff I lose myself in the quagmire of rotten flesh Inhaling the pungent rancid whiff... Amongst festering putrefaction and moldy tissue and bone At last I find my release Vomiting on the genitals of the severely dead and gone I sully and deride the deceased... To relive the orgasmic sensation I crave Time and time again I find myself led To charnel houses and desecrated graves To perform indignities to the dead...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 06, 2026

A gleaming vision of the human essence displayed... Beyond the pretenses of aesthetic appraisal Design and decomposition mesh Each sanguine sinew and tendon lay revealed Another world that lay beneath the flesh... A study in still lifelessness What has become of the deceased From the death artist's bucket of blood My latest masterpiece... A ruddy complexion is the natural result When the clotted blood congeals in the cheeks Though my latest victim has not yet begun to decay The escaping rectal vapor still reeks... To transform a stiff into a work of art Is a daunting task to undertake, I confess Rearranging the broken limbs can be quite a chore But hacking up innards arouses me best... A study in still lifelessness What has become of the deceased From the death artist's bucket of blood My latest masterpiece... It was his fatal misfortune to consent to be my model Though the end result was likely not as he preconceived A hasty pulverization of the cranium left him senseless And with a single incision of the throat, of his life he was relieved... Viscous bodily excretions act to revitalize my empty canvas A work in my preferred medium - that of the human carcass Soon this macabre masterpiece will begin to decompose Until then your mutilated cadaver strikes a lovely pose... Forceps, pins and scalpels all come into play As each layer of human dignity is crudely swept away Barbed wire, entrails and sinews are skillfully intertwined A half ransacked corpse in the store room left behind... Skewered eyeballs and brain at last set in place A leering putrid mockery of your once human face Redefining aesthetic values with this visionary piece Let art begin where life has ceased... A study in still lifelessness What has become of the deceased From the death artist's bucket of blood My latest masterpiece...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

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