III
white corridors, underground farm<br/> hosts of doctors waiting in readiness<br/> almost nobody knows about this place<br/> only these, who can afford on clones possession<br/> <br/> living in unconsciousness, without own me<br/> thoughtless products of genetic engineering<br/> every duplicated in any numbers of copies<br/> to have always replacements<br/> suspended in ventricles, artificially supported<br/> waiting for years, when it will be really needed<br/> amputations, transplantations - give a new hope<br/> into their lives
Submitted by Nargaroth — May 09, 2026
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crowded together in a narrow container<br/> head by head. crapping. pissing each other.<br/> waiting for an finish of unearthly trip<br/> without an oxygen, strangled in own stink<br/> body to body - empty lungs<br/> terrible death stink
Submitted by Nargaroth — May 09, 2026
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Try to comprehend me Before you tear the aorta Stab with a knife... ... Once again Cut throat does not compare To the pleasure of raping a child Following her I leered at her tiny boy Watched her delicate moves And that strange freshness Now, she's just a dead Ripped corpse ... In the cut throat I find my pleasure Raping the child You hatefully murder Then desecrate My body You should have Done it before... ... Before you thought Of revenge I was molested It doesn't matter now Now it's blood Now it's sperm Cut throat Pleasure
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 16, 2026
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