Opus of Extinction
And every five minutes I don't get it, someone’s gonna get stabbed in the ass
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026
I’m getting bored of starting at faces<br/> That grow more grotesque by the day<br/> The pile gets higher and I'm running<br/> Out of places to stack them<br/> <br/> What is there to do with a stack of<br/> Mangled putrid human bodies<br/> Consolidate the filth<br/> Maybe place them in a metal drum<br/> And add tea leaves<br/> I'll make my own kombucha with the<br/> Collection of cadavers i had once<br/> Called my neighbors<br/> <br/> Corpsucha<br/> <br/> I think i'll have you to drink<br/> No I insist<br/> <br/> Fermented with black tea and <br/> Entrails to add depth to flavor<br/> <br/> Corpsucha<br/> <br/> Brewed with more care than <br/> Disposing of bodies<br/> <br/> Corpsucha<br/> <br/> Containers of filth sit waiting for my mouth to drink<br/> Fermented humans bottled for sale<br/> I'll bring it to the farmers market<br/> To make money of these murders<br/> <br/> First i'll add some flavor<br/> Maybe guate or pineapple<br/> What these casualties like these days <br/> I don't really care we<br/> <br/> My victims are pulp<br/> Other ingest their remains while gagging <br/> These fools have no clue<br/> They are consuming their fellow humans.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Where this path has ended <br/> Where my experiments <br/> Laid the course of my being <br/> I’ve yet to comprehend<br/> A new world to explore and help remake <br/> Already strict and controlled yet lacking space to take <br/> Seems other souls in this place have but one escape <br/> To indulge in prostrate of their fellow race<br/> It follows you a look that’s craving the feeding<br/> Time to follow suit<br/> The others have chosen to rip into the church of me<br/> It hurts and yet<br/> I can’t help but feel that I’ve found<br/> peace when I drop the soap<br/> Viscous insertion through my tangled organs <br/> I breath<br/> Sharpened sensation of public elation <br/> Brings news<br/> That man's greatest treasure is trial by pleasure<br/> I laugh<br/> Laughing at my own perversion<br/> It makes me think of ways I've sinned <br/> The things I've done to others<br/> Trying to think of justification for my behavior when pleased<br/> I think It's hard for everyone to find fault in themselves <br/> So then we must look around to find it <br/> The things I've done have less to do about myself<br/> They’re more to do with others and what I must do<br/> It's time again <br/> To feed the primal urge<br/> Come gather round <br/> It’s me again<br/> Behold the freshest meat<br/> Though I never complained<br/> I've become the object of this ceremony<br/> No one new to take the urge <br/> The others have chosen to rip into the church of me<br/> It hurts and yet<br/> I can’t help but feel that I’ve found<br/> peace when I drop the soap
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
To cut or smash them<br/> There’s ways to <br/> make them suffer <br/> Many ways <br/> Choose one choice to <br/> Provide the end of their useless life <br/> Decide <br/> <br/> Quickly now<br/> I have many <br/> Tools to accomplish deeds to <br/> The means to their end<br/> <br/> To cut or smash them<br/> There’s ways to <br/> make them suffer <br/> Many ways <br/> Choose one choice to <br/> Provide the end of their useless life <br/> Decide <br/> <br/> To cut or smash them<br/> There’s ways to <br/> make them suffer <br/> Many ways <br/> Choose one choice to <br/> Provide the end of their useless life <br/> Decide <br/> <br/> Suckling fucking Cudgel <br/> In exhausting all my instruments of torture and cruelty <br/> I've seen the effects of each one<br/> They leave behind a scene of gore and trauma for the victims<br/> But my favorite is brutality by blunt force <br/> It's a beauty of simple design that has lasted through generations<br/> Its adapted past the age of simple man<br/> <br/> Because it is efficient and elegant by design<br/> The Cudgel remains atop the throne <br/> Its power and heightened connection to the act <br/> Links the scene to the emotional state<br/> <br/> I need to find <br/> A canvas for my instrument of choice <br/> Always I choose an infant<br/> Then I will club them like seals<br/> The cudgel paints of blood and guts <br/> Along with tiny bones and brain fragments<br/> It belongs to the world<br/> <br/> Be seen by the world<br/> My creation of filthy babies drawn with many other <br/> Mangled and compressed infants <br/> Using only my rage and the simplicity of design <br/> By the greatest creation of mankind<br/> The Cudgel remains atop the throne <br/> Its power heightens the connection to the act <br/> <br/> Suckling Cudgel
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Here’s the end that we all knew and we dreaded and<br/> The execution of everything living<br/> The last extinction that brought our end<br/> <br/> Heress the end that we all knew and we dreaded and<br/> The execution of everything living<br/> The last extinction that brought our end<br/> Our lifeless extinction<br/> <br/> Forgotten once again<br/> All souls taken this way had no right living again <br/> All lives inferior<br/> All lives inferior<br/> <br/> There is no survival<br/> There was NO survival<br/> <br/> Insolent servants<br/> Those luckily buried all met their end<br/> Even all the trees will bleed<br/> <br/> Our bodies are used as the soil of the foundation of this terraform<br/> That was not our choice <br/> <br/> Why did this punishment come to me, and everything that lives <br/> We should’ve been given another chance to fucking live<br/> This planet chose to kill us all, because of how we lived<br/> <br/> The opus of our extinction has been set forth <br/> Have no choice to die like this and for rebirth was not a choice for us<br/> <br/> Slowly severed! <br/> Slowly severed<br/> <br/> From our feet to our fucking skulls <br/> FUCK<br/> Burned alive<br/> No mercy<br/> Among us there was none<br/> They severed all they saw<br/> <br/> Opus of extinction <br/> Is our last staple in life
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Bring him down below<br/> No light must see what I will do<br/> Tighten the restraints<br/> My drill is ready and covered in waste<br/> <br/> He screams incoherent<br/> Eyes roll back<br/> Face goes pale and blank<br/> Cranial pulp spills out<br/> <br/> Convulsing begins<br/> The brain becomes liquid<br/> Rats being to surround the remains<br/> A new victim to is required to mame<br/> <br/> Dragging another soul below<br/> Skin peeling off the skull<br/> This time I will use a saw<br/> Extracting the victims bloody membrane<br/> <br/> Underground, disgusting, septic soup<br/> Gets into my experiments wounds<br/> Their body shudders and begin to rot<br/> Skull Cavity is now full of sewage<br/> <br/> Let the maggots eat<br/> How many more ways can one brain melt?<br/> More of the weak to butcher
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Resting there it feels like <br/> There is no peace in dystrophy<br/> Calling it what it is <br/> Belief coincides with dystrophy<br/> <br/> Bless the soul that sings in agony<br/> Clench a hole when it begs for so much more <br/> The body can only handle so much without assistance <br/> Feeding objects to a place that needs <br/> none<br/> <br/> What can it be <br/> There’s ways to get what you want <br/> using what your body already knows <br/> <br/> Look, it hides<br/> It's made inside <br/> The substance you need to ease the passing of objects into your ass<br/> Gross insertion of things<br/> With no help from outside forces<br/> It enters from behind<br/> Is it leaking <br/> No It stays there<br/> For me to play with it <br/> <br/> Forced in<br/> <br/> It slides in<br/> <br/> I thought hard that it would take lube to help slide it in<br/> I thought wrong<br/> <br/> The body helps it take in things with the creation of its own to ease the pain of sodomy<br/> Surfactant <br/> <br/> Look it hides<br/> It's made inside <br/> The substance you need to ease the passing of objects into your ass<br/> Gross insertion of things<br/> With no help from outside forces<br/> It enters from behind<br/> Is it leaking <br/> No it stays there<br/> For me to play with
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Terrestrial landings<br/> what are we witnessing<br/> all the years have passed could not imagine this thing<br/> a million years are questioning existence<br/> but what was inside was not what we’re hoping<br/> they came all hostel and came to kill <br/> their power is too crushing <br/> they’re not to be trusted <br/> they’re tearing humans apart<br/> <br/> we are losing this planet to this tyrannical alien threat<br/> There is no one to save us of this <br/> Fucken tyrannical fate<br/> <br/> “I cannot feel my fucking face because I am turning super saiyan”<br/> <br/> This beast has not seen the end of me<br/> Ripping their spleens and splitting limb from limb<br/> you should’ve never came<br/> <br/> We all witnessed one man just rip apart this fucken threat, that he walked and the other had just fucken left<br/> <br/> All ground shaking, and glass shattering was all that we fucking heard<br/> But when it was all said and done<br/> The hero failed. <br/> <br/> Now we're all fucked <br/> Now we're all fucked <br/> This planet is theirs
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Becoming ever more than just man<br/> Styled after scenes of sick<br/> Converting body parts into food<br/> <br/> Walking down a street with no suspicions to the unknown horror that lies prowling for my meat<br/> <br/> It starts calling my me towards its lair <br/> Luring me into false safe<br/> I suspect nothing up to this point<br/> <br/> A door is shut behind me<br/> <br/> The beast shows me examples of its work that don’t look like anything strange <br/> My guard remains lowered because its all food I would eat<br/> <br/> Deliciously present <br/> Mouth watering stench fills my nostrils <br/> What joy it seems to have my body take in this beautiful concoction of flesh<br/> <br/> The beast leads me into<br/> A room smeared in innards <br/> Adorned with organs and sharpened tools strung about to look more like a kitchen<br/> And vented <br/> To ward<br/> Off <br/> The <br/> Stench<br/> <br/> Pulling off my clothes without shame<br/> <br/> To examine my physique and my skin<br/> <br/> Suddenly cold and scared but curious <br/> <br/> The Beast holds my dick with a tender grasp then grabs a knife to slice<br/> <br/> I writhe and scream to express the sudden pain<br/> The beast explains to relax<br/> What comes next is to be the best part <br/> To serve me bits and pieces of myself<br/> <br/> I flail and try to run<br/> He grabs and tries to pull me back to <br/> Finish watching him at work<br/> I can’t say I’m not interested <br/> So I bear the pain and wait instead<br/> The beast moves with speed and skill<br/> Delicate slices make<br/> Art from pieces of my dick to<br/> Eat<br/> <br/> Sushi<br/> <br/> The plate set before me entices my senses<br/> <br/> Such craftsmanship makes me cry<br/> Or maybe it’s still painful<br/> From being mutilated<br/> Everybody would feel the same hunger<br/> <br/> Its foul yet completely normal<br/> My hunger overwhelms my need to escape<br/> Must eat<br/> <br/> Majestic and delicious<br/> Flavors so rich it consumes me<br/> I’ve never had something <br/> That ever looked like pieces of me<br/> Taste so good<br/> <br/> The best part of eating it was seeing meat <br/> Wrapped in my cock’s foreskin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Echoing sounds from the sky<br/> Describe reunion of flesh and the soil<br/> Congregations of ignorance<br/> Standing in a circle<br/> <br/> A council of animals sodomized in turn by the head on their right<br/> When sense of self is fleeting <br/> <br/> The actions of that circle leads to strife <br/> The sounds do not cease <br/> The demands are laid out for all to see<br/> Light from the sky becomes a spear <br/> This weapon must feed <br/> <br/> The collections of flesh are ripe<br/> Skewered by the light <br/> Bodies litter the ground <br/> To become one with the earth again<br/> <br/> The council sees only the inside of their neighbors rectum<br/> Blind to the sea of decay<br/> <br/> They struggle to grasp this new reality <br/> Believing instead to perpetuate the outdated<br/> Discussing discussions to discuss the discussion<br/> <br/> While the piles of carnage rise higher than mountains<br/> Carrion peaks begin painting the sky<br/> Muffling the sounds that started the waste <br/> The author’s of ignorance claim the silence as progress <br/> <br/> To rejoice in grace and give thanks<br/> There’s plenty to hold high<br/> On the pedestal of those who’ve died<br/> <br/> We’ll use their entrails as streamers<br/> Iron out the skin to paint banners<br/> Feast on the shit from their rectums <br/> Parade disgrace as true victory <br/> <br/> While the council sits again with their heads in their neighbor<br/> Drawing conclusions of success from the towers of disgust from the disgusting<br/> Paint with the blood of our friends<br/> <br/> A mural of pain<br/> Corpses tossed like litter <br/> No longer people but trophies<br/> To congratulate the ones who just sat there
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026