1. |
The Rack
01:49
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You see it
You want it
You feel the weight of its presence tugging and pulling and dragging you to come and
see what lies beyond the shawl of society
My child yet untouched by pure blasphemy
Don’t let them rob you of what can and cannot be
Together we’ll live forever in this enchanted place
Though somber and claustrophobic, it is misleading
It is the womb
The womb it is
Here it is safe
For eternity we can stay here overwhelmed with glee
So follow my signals as I welcome thee
Lifeless hands partition your escape
You see it
I know you see it
So come and play with me
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2. |
Leech
04:06
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The imagination of a child is boundless
Extraordinary worlds surround them
Beautiful until it turns to shit
They wander aimlessly without recourse to
diversity of powers that be and occasionally
stumble into a realm built on detriment
where the number one priority is enslavement
A playground?
A coffin?
Why would they understand the difference?
They’re just kids
The construct of garments becomes the ideal
hiding place to a child at the mall
But what lurks beyond the whimsical darkness?
A question that will remain unknown
As he crawls deep into the mouth of the beast
tendrils enshroud his body, guzzling his innocence
Perplexed with empathy, he is intrigued
“Won’t you stay awhile and play with me?”
His body, a vessel, now free
Unobstructed from passage between what is tangible
and what lies beneath
A conduit of the deep
The cave that he entered in was not a window, but a door
He’s too far
It’s too late
He’s already welcoming darkness
Greeting what follows it
Evil will leech for eternity with no reprieve
A slew of emptiness taking control of him
in a clothing rack of the mall, forgotten
His limp body is silently writing as adults pas by
A ghost to their attention
A haunting premonition
Two children embracing despite their differences
Kneeling within the darkness
Misery has give birth
The wretched soul once was free as well
Frolicking with blissful glee
when suddenly the rack caught his eye and sealed his fate
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3. |
3 Teeth To Eat You
04:25
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In the thick of the forest, past the mountains of old,
lies a hovel of dread
A tabernacle of pain
Harboring a buffet of human remains
An inbred family feasts on innards and brains
A group of campers approaches the perimeter of death
Blind to the peril, they’ve set the dinner table
The menu is presented
The main course is prepared
They dance around the barriers of Lucifer’s grasp
Rays of light flicker through tunnels of flesh
gaped by gravity itself
Testing the infrastructure of human anatomy
An abstract painting
An anomaly of composition
The spurt that formed the spray,
firing neurons through vacant brains
Their organs, void of purpose, are now
flooded with epileptic precedence
Their soon-to-be supper emerges from the trees
The salt from their sweat marinates the meat
It’s right before their eyes.
The mistakes that they have made
But in their minds curiosity is present
Fucking idiots
Mentally bereft
Walking cadavers that will soon be a smear
The door creaks as they cautiously push it open
for they know not what awaits on the other side
Overwhelmed by the stench of decay
Buckling under the weight of the sight of human pulp
Slipping on anatomical glaze
Distracted by the carnage
They’re unaware of what comes next
They will contribute to this mess
Another slush mixed with the rest
Flanked by the blow of the club to the skull
Smearing blood as they are dragged to the chopping board
Screaming in agony
Praying to a god that isn’t listening
Their disfigured eyes gleam
Salivating from the stench of the stew
Struggling with only three teeth to eat you
Fragments of corpses become the bolus
Muscles contracting the moist lump
Plunging down towards the inbred stomach
Once again, subject to a beating
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4. |
Parent Organism
04:29
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The system’s shit is flowing beneath it
The indigent haven’t had room to fit,
so they have descent down to the catacombs
of railroad tracks, spiraling into pitch black
to be forgotten
Ignorant to comprehend the toil of conception
The eruption of an erection
Spewing juices, conjuring a wretched smell
Opening the gates of hell
Human muck slam dunk deep within her fucking guts
Horrid seed
Oogamy
Incubating Satan’s breed
The DNA merging
The chromosomes converging
A large brewing blob of cells
An evil embryo
All will be shadowed by the swarm
A biological monstrosity will be born
We are all dead
Her belly is expanding as her young are
multiplying in the womb
She feels like she is dying and she’s screaming
from the pain as her pussy walls quickly start
to gape from these creatures trying to escape
The parting of the red sea only to be swept away
by the wake of the mighty
All traces of humanity will be wiped clean
Ripping through her uterus
No space left for it to fit
Afterbirth is spraying and infesting
Clinging to her crucifix, she wonders how this happened
Shit into shit equals one disgusting, wretched being
The pain has only just begun
This is vagrant evolution
The litter of the brood is born completely blind
The eyes are obsolete
The nose reborn to see
Hell pours out from the roots of these streets
It was built to infect the population
Through darkness, there is new life
We birthed this abomination and by
our own hands we’ll rot in the grave
of cum-like slime
All will be shadowed by the swarm
A biological monstrosity will be born
We are all dead
The locusts are devouring and spreading their
genetics to all that is breathing
Analyze this condition and realize we are
the parent organism
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5. |
Gravy Train
03:24
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My income is determined by the fate
of a dog food company withering away
Failing, at best, the product is shit
Not even the fucking scavengers will eat it
But I have a plan to succeed
Not only for the product, but also for me
Radical as it may be, I have no doubt
that it will change the world deliciously
Flexing my nuts as I walk through the door
of the gathering that defines the future
of a company bleeding money
I do not await my chance to speak
Bare witness to a king
Claiming his throne
Delegating a course of action
to harvest the means necessary
to redeem the funds required to
vanquish our competitors
Feeding them flesh of a human
will be a fresh taste to the palate of
canines deprived of their favorite meat
Domesticated?
But who is the king and the pawn?
Who’s controlling requirements for their feast?
They agree to try out my plan
Survival instinct overcomes reasoning
“Let’s manufacture the product immediately!
...but where will we get the meat?”
We’ll harvest them from the morgue
Obscured by the absence of light
Unbeknownst to the dormant public
Less overhead, more profit
There’s nothing that can stop us
from becoming the top of the food chain
Quite literally, the top of the food chain
The shelves are stocked
The seed is planted
And as they began they’re quickly wiped away
Just as I thought that I was winning, the news reports came piling in
“Mass domestic dog attacks sweeping the nation
seeming to only target human beings”
All they needed was the taste of flesh
And I’m responsible for the creation of death
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6. |
Bottomless Pit
04:23
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I am bound by this sack of meat that I reside within
To take a breath of air not saturated in piss and shit
and the aroma of stored secretions caught in crevices
Laying in squalor awaiting death
Copious lard rolling like waves of the dark sea
I am the pig that I am rotting within
Bedsores bubble on my repugnant skin
The sheets are soaked with slime and bodily fluids
Penetrating the mattress and pooling beneath the bed
I haven’t seen my dick in years
Since birth I’ve shoveled shit into a bottomless pit
And now I’m paralyzed by my gargantuan form
Laying in bed starving to death
Sloughing ulcers riddle the sack with dead skin
As time goes on my hunger grows and darkens
A fat piece of shit unable to care for himself
My mouth begins to salivate
My mind begins to hallucinate
My humanity is vacant
Fingering my scabs as I wonder
“what’s the harm in one tiny taste?”
Eating the scabs from my own flesh
Nibbling away until there’s nothing left
Feeding myself from my excess
Nutrients obtained through my flubby carcass
Over time I’ve slowly eaten through my prison
Steadily becoming mobile again
After all these years, I can finally see my dick
Stronger now, I am no longer bound to this box that is drenched in blood and human
shit
But now I long for the taste of human flesh
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7. |
Lard Is My Shepherd
03:03
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I am terror roaming the streets
Sniffing for flesh, craving some meat
My skin dangles collecting debris
Dehydrated from dragging concrete
Delectables everywhere
Dispersing through the alleys as the run away in fear of my hideous appearance
And so the hunt begins..
Now that I’ve cut ties with my abhorrent weight my speed is unparalleled
My hunger is unmatched
I am unstoppable in indulging in my feast
Pathetic swine evading as if they stand a chance
And I lick thy lips and commence the blood feast
Ripping and slashing, they pile at my feet
But I keep running to harvest more meat
The dead won’t rise
The menu will flee
A pig, I am, and a pig I’ll always be
Meat...
I’m thinking about my stew simmering into human goo
At the end of my killing spree, this shall be my trophy
Seasoned with Tony’s
Slow cooked to perfection
Into the gullet slides deliciousness
My former prison is now my obsession
As the cage begins to regenerate around me it is apparent that I’ve only substituted my
gluttony for more gluttony
Overindulgence is ingrained within me
Lard is my shepherd
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8. |
Winged Death
04:00
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A drone of wings
A hoard of eyes
The one beast we cannot contain
Soulless
Ravenous
Salivating for flesh
A small town perfectly fit to carry out an experiment
Which will obstruct their breeding
Blood is the bond that fuels the offspring
A compound designed by scientists is concentrated into pesticidal spray
With the intention of ending procreation
Released in the form of a mist ejected from a mobile unit
It works its way into the central nervous system
Contradictory to controlling population, larvae multiply and vastly grow in size
The earth’s most deadly creature has evolved
A scourge of winged death swarms the community
A collective of drunkards completely unaware of their imminent decimation
A drone of wings
A hoard of eyes
An unstoppable atrocity
Proboscides writhing
Hunting for flesh
Alcohol enhances their scent
They are the prime target for the blood feast
Descending from the darkness
They know not what has hit them
Drunkenly stumbling in an attempt to escape from death
No one’s exempt from drainage
The beasts are unbiased in choosing their source of viands
Men, women, children, and pets are sucked dry
Shriveled from the inside
Until there is nothing left but sacks of dried out skin laying randomly spread throughout
the streets of this shit town
Mothers and children are hand in hand, mummified
Genocide of a culture with no idea of what was coming
Piles of bodies without a single drop of blood
Just empty sacks of skin flapping in the wind of winged death
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9. |
Christian Mingle Killer
03:54
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Exterior city - Night
A low-income complex towers behind a haze of heavy rainfall hemorrhaging in the
gutter
Interior apartment
Rain ticks on the window of a dark and deteriorated single room, as fingers peck at the
keys of a laptop
Ass cheeks pushed against his seat
Smearing sweat and feces
From his asshole gyrating
Crippled by hatred, he hoists through an array of empty beer cans before finally finding
the one he was drinking
When he is greeted with a message from Susan
“Praise God! Where would you like to meet?”
In a void of thought, home row formation initiates
“The temple where his spirit lies..our lord and savior, Jesus Christ, has planned this day.
Praise his name. I await our gathering!”
As he presses “send” he is greeted with a sense of bliss and squirts a fat glob of lotion
and begins to masturbate
His cock releases semen
As he stares deep
Into the eyes of Jesus
Hanging on the crucifix
Exterior catholic church - Daytime
Susan walks toward him
Her dress is tight like her pink asshole untainted by erotic sin
And she will rot this way
Interior Catholic Church
The alter is prepared
For the offering
He escorts her to her doom
She is met with horror in the only place she’s repented of her sins
She is naught but innocent and that’s the way he likes them
He is oozing fulfillment as he claims another trophy for his sadistic retaliation
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10. |
The Overlord
04:24
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Pores of the flesh dilate to make room for the hair of the wolf
Cell collide and divide
Multiplied as the chromosome to rule the throne
The aroma of shit adds weight to the air as she defecates uncontrollably due to the pain
Teeth split, giving into the pressure of fangs expanding in the gums
Back arched
Legs splayed
Slipping on her own vaginal secretions
Accumulating as her walls are stretched out to the point of tearing
One slimy pup lays steaming in the muck of afterbirth
And blood
And bile
And mud
She will be found with her guts ruptured out and no offspring to be seen
The wretched teeth of Fenhrir are gnashing as he breathes heavily
Coating her inner walls with his seed
Begotten by the future ruler of the underworld
The Overlord
The sun will soon be set
Never to return again
Wolves will forever bask in the light groom the moon
Roaming as they choose
Animosity unleashed
Humanity is fucked
Pandemonium brews below us
The foundation of a new world is well on its way
From beneath ascends pain
Gloating in bane
Smelling us
Beckoning
They call us by our names
Behold the prophecy raining down upon thee
With authority they will speak
As they command we get down on our knees and prepare for the fuckoning
The wretched teeth of Fenhrir are gnashing as he breathes heavily
Coating their inner walls with his seed
Begotten by the overlord
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