The Last Gasp

Gore Offal issued forth is our Repast Effuvial froth causes a Gasp On this pitch, your roll is Recast Ending life as reeking gore Gore Orange agents make conflagrant Rapture Ensanguined steaming heaps, what Grandeur Osseal gas from comburent Rongeur Ensmulting piles turgid gore G.O.R.E. Is a force that gives us meaning G.O.R.E. Is a force that leaves you screaming Gunned down at the waist Out comes human waste Reaping a battery Exploding batteries Gristle for the cannon Offered for our cannon Relinquish your arms Employing our arms G.O.R.E. Is a force that gives us meaning G.O.R.E. Is a force that leaves you screaming

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

The lowest dregs of humanity With "bad blood" we recruit Syphilitic beneficiares Ethical points are moot Chances observed on genitals Lymph nodes begin to swell Amerlioration we will stall Urination must be hell Sickness is Health Observe rashes, the meingismus And broad lesional sores Withhold the bezathine penicilin The patient must die to learn Gore is peace Vigor is slavery Madness is strength Sickness is health Your sexual proclivity A prejudice on which we wagered Diagnosed, and we were stoked To watch as your health wavered Gummas form inside the marrow It's all so interesting The sight of your arotic collapse You'll find quite interesting Sickness is health Health care administered to the death As the bacterium eats your brain Meninggovascular infection We sit idle as you go insane Suffer for the common good Assume uninformed consent Gratitude for your sacrifice At your autopsy, we present Sickness is health

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

Deoxyribonucleic acid Blueprint for life Human genetic information Causatum of strife Polymer of nucleotides Map every point Sequencing the protein code Ours to exploit Encoding the chromosomes A DNA bank Profiling every base pair Forensic mountebank Codons replication to regulate Data in slumber Every man, woman, child We've got your number Humanity we'll dissect Inhumane genome project Encoding all that we can Creating the visible man Collecting every string For tracking everything Patenting all your genes For vending your being Samples biological, questions philosophical Privatizing eugenics to control the amoral Ambitions are transfixed on the double helix Bereft of a paddle, you're headed up the river Styx Civil liberties exsiccate, driven by your fear Fingerprints of disease and disorders engineered Aggregating profiles of your Achilles' heels Corporeal confidentials are ours to steal Will of the Rxxx Inhumane genome project Fleecing all with our plan Controlling the visible man

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Ticking off the subjects in a queue of the damned Fungible commodities to hoodwink and scam Devouring our meds as your body wastes away The side effects are cancer, rotten gums, and decay You can't control the nausea or diarrheic shit We have a pill for that but it will cost you quite a bit The tumours are spreading and they won't go away Poisons are injected to keep them at bay To counter the poison we have here a pill We can't make you better if we don't make you ill As tens of thousands die Our profits are sky high We'll drain your coffers dry You are the dead A sordid little tryst We're in up to the wrist It's useless to resist You are the dead Choking down the meds through a bolus of snot If this is really living, I'd think you'd rather not Picking at your lesions can be such a crushing bore But our new antidepressant keeps you crying out for more You'll need them when you find out how they've riddled your brain The boys down in the lab are making something for the pain You can't get to sleep until you've been sedated The pain in your liver cannot be abated Your kidneys malfunction and your nerves are a wreck Just keep taking our pills and keep signing the checks Metastisizing, the cancer devours The Reaper grimly hovers Admitted to a hospice to rot on a mattress You'd better hope you're covered Contagion Infection Solution Extinction (solo: "Ethics and the Pharmaceutical Industry" - J. Kocol) Necrotizing flesh makes a mess of the bed The nurses don't care because you are the dead Not long for this earth, you have to come to grips They've taken out the feeding tube and intravenous drip The light is slowly fading, the voices are unclear This has not been your year As tens of thousands die Your deductible's sky high We'll drain your coffers dry You are the dead

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Blubbering gelatinous mass of lipids and pendulant flesh An ovoidal organism cursed with cognizance Bereft of bones, nerves and veins, osmotically gorged An abhorrent creation, by medical science forged Corpulent meat, a shambling mess Birthed in a test tube Slathered on top with green jelly For passing as food Suckling agar in a petri dish G.M.O. fœtus Oils are polyunsaturated Man-made to nourish Genetic recombination The meal is now us Guts excised, limbs paralyzed Gamma knife neurectomy: all gut, no glory Sickly obese, brain wave ceased Excoriating autonomy: all gut, no glory Once a part of mankind By doctors, redefined The spine removed from the back Now a craven haversack Guts excised, limbs paralyzed Gamma knife neurectomy: all gut, no glory Sickly obese, brain wave ceased Excoriating autonomy: all gut, no glory Gross protuberance No time for foods masticated Bio-tech fed with fluids Frankenfood we have created Eat! Barf! Oleaginous being mired in diaphoresis Left to linger, adipose, suffering in weakness With genes from yourself and with a few from the zoo The dish best served cold is you

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

Crestfallen and dejected Wracked with disorder and guilt Fleeting successes are empty and crumbling On foundations of trivia, built Pills to ease your suffering are Pyrrhically proposed Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose? Up the dose A cursory inspection and you'll be diagnosed Up the dose Anxiety eats at your stomach A feeling you've come to accept The ephemeral comfort of self aggrandizement A promise not easily kept A life spent with banality and platitudes, engrossed Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose? Up the dose A cursory inspection and you'll be diagnosed Up the dose Apathy, passivity Vexation is enshrouded in a chemical gloss Impenitent, irrelevant Your lack of personality is no great loss The potions take their toll Your will is bought and sold And broken mind made whole (solo: "The Only Cure, the Only Remedy" - S.C. McGrath) Tablets imbibed with detachment A fixed and emotionless smile Reality looms with a tenebrous grin From the dregs in the pharmacist's vial Refill your prescription for the spectacles of rose Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose? Up the dose A cursory inspection and you'll be diagnosed Up the dose Drifting through life in a fugue state Your brain all but rotten away To audit behaviour was never an option You opted for mental decay Hazy dreams of life before your mind was comatose Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose? Up the dose A cursory inspection and you'll be diagnosed Up the dose

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

From an abortive intifada Combatants are persona non grata Locked into dank isolation Sequestered from the population Made to repose in fæces Excised from the human species Walloped and left with hematomata Disfiguring dermal substrata Ministry of Love Asylum of beauty Fulfilling orders A torture of duty Your pain, my medical expertise Fractured ribs make you wheeze Calcitrating your abdomen Beneath my boot, forever pinned Smashing a sole into your wounds With micturition, your head is festooned Genital burns from phosphoric acid Sizzling glans is permanently flaccid A metal baton, you will now find Securely fastened where the sun doesn't shine Attached to the nipples, electric clamps Two hundred volts make you crap your pants In Camp X-Ray A depraved deputy Two years hate A torture of duty Elbow torquing Water boarding Positions stressed Lago confess Sanctioned pain from the state will persist For enemy combatants who don't exist Your pain, my medical expertise Fractured ribs make you wheeze Calcitrating your abdomen Beneath my boot, forever pinned

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Head to the latrine because you are moved By a stool wishing to be removed The colon blows as fissures tear An exit that's worse for the wear Into the pipes the fecalith rushes To join its comrades from 2,000 flushes Mass of detritus culled from your bung Aggregating heaps of the dung Abdominal pain Sphincter is strained Sickening mass Former repast The sewage du jour Masters of ordure Cost-cutting measures are our pleasure Problems addressed as profit's depressed What's the solution for the pollution? Human health stymies inhuman wealth With feculent flow reservoirs grow Halt sanitation, clean water privation For the poor population Shit, filth, waste, bung Crap, dregs, drek, dung Filters removed from rivers of turd Civic responsibility? Absurd! Snaking its way through antique plumbing Unaware of the shit storm coming From your faucet, an aperitif Reeking of chyme and bowel relief Slake your thirst with dysentery The taste is something exemplary Returned to you An E. Coli brew Fill up your glass It's fresh from your ass Craprovocateur Masters of ordure

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Terminal brain death, skin pocked by bed sores Mockery of sentience on life support A feeding tube to insert Your last wishes to pervert Dignity denied, an existence to deplore Platitudes and convictions defending life, we'll offer So long as there's no cæsura to bills that fill our coffers Atrophy as muscles wither, alive with decay Pulmonary function maintained by machines everyday Vile secretions are collected Hydrating saline is injected Hopeless is the cause, still we grind away Rest in peace we deny You can have no right to die Diatribes to deny Your amoral right to die A conscienceless will not perceive prolonged suffering Your pale, half-dead corpse employed for a martyring A somnambulist to parade During our right-wing tirade For us, your vegetative state is all empowering You have lost your right to die Right to die

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Mucous dripping from your rectum Tears roll down your cheeks Deviating your septum Halitosis reeks Organs will ensmultify Out the maw will flow your sick As rectal pain intensifies "A sweeping viral pandemic!" Tapping your spines, weak and resigned Dawn of the dread Imagineering a plague for fearing Dawn of the dread Hematomata dot your skin Anal fissures crack and peel Blood congealing from within Parasites attack with zeal Leaking pox and gruesome boils Burning fever rips your brain With excrement, pants are soiled "Dementia drives you insane!" A neurosis from parti pris Dawn of the dread Misrepresent maladies present Dawn of the dread Weeping pus from every pore Pearly pyodermal clots Unnamed sickness to abhor "Hope is all for naught!" Marshall power making you cower Dawn of the dread Prevaricate disease to create Dawn of the dread

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

You are the chosen ones Dubious honor to endure Castigate your beggared homes As filthy and unpure Gorged on dihydrogen-oxide To depollute Your domiciles are sanctified No longer dissolute Awash in discharged fluids Their lungs are now imbued Succumbing to the big drink A poly-chemical stew Tongues are soaked in oil Bowels evacuating gore The future of this ghetto ward On Davy Jones's floor Gale waves unleashed From the levee that we blew We did it all years before Back four-score minus two Drown the poor like rats With our tæniafuge This is the final gasp Give heed to the great deluge Corpses swell to burst Drenched down to the bone Survivors left to rot On rooftops all alone Atrophying in the sun They'll expire and putrefy Then destiny is manifest Our spoils are purified

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025