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Digestion of the Self
02:10
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DIGESTION OF THE SELF
shredded mounds of flesh lay on the floor
lined with spinal chords and skulls.
a homicidal playpen.
the hum of the buzzing of insects echoes through the room.
i sit alone in my chair covered in my own waste.
pondering, and staring into the gore covered expanse of my dwelling.
autophagous urges control my being,
hunger sweeping through my insides.
from the many people i have murdered
and the countless bodies i have consumed,
i now long to taste my own flesh,
to devour my own entrails,
to have my stomach digest it's intestinal companions.
like a razor in my veins i feel the intense pain of my teeth sinking into my flesh.
consuming my own body
and releasing orgasms from the pain,
like a needle in my groin.
nectareous fluids flow down my throat,
and exquisite flesh fills my gut.
self devourer, suicidal glutton.
obesity reaching it's peak in my death.
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CUMMUNION OF CHRIST'S SECOND CUMMING
i denounce my humanity.
ostracized and thrown into a state of complete autonomy.
my entire life i've bread nothing but malevolence and hatred.
i am malignant.
i reek of misanthropy.
i view the entire world as an anathema.
human beings, worthless, wretched, putrid.
it is no wonder that men will give into the rope, the blade, or a single bullet
in this world that offers nothing but despondency and affliction.
men are weak and by instinct overcome by lust.
they would rather cum than help another
or cum than face reality.
the reality that every single day will be worse than the last.
the reality that no matter what you do to make life better is fruitless.
living for nothing or no one but yourselves.
and no matter what you think or what you say,
all that matters is the price on your head.
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IN DARKNESS SHROUDED (IN CRIMSON BATHED)
from where i stand now all i can see are the drops of rain
beating heavily against the window,
but the wretched smell of what lays buried outside
brings to mind images of the horrific act i have just committed.
i woke in the middle of the night longing for carnage.
i stepped through my doorway and into the cellar.
searching through cobwebs to find my tool; the hatchet.
my accomplice in this horrible deed .
storm clouds were consuming the sky as i stalked the streets.
staring into houses shadowed by darkness.
i peered into a window.
a living room complete with crucifixes and pictures of the lord.
i crept through the backdoor into the hallway and peered into their rooms.
there lay slumbering a family of four.
i raised the hatchet above my head and swung down hard.
in a rage of lunacy i hacked apart this god-fearing family.
overproctective and pro-life
weak minded human beings reduced to a pile of limbs.
the taste of blood lingered in my mouth as i placed the finely diced parts in a trash bag.
the floor was stained with blood and covered with teeth, hair, and brain matter.
i stood in the moonlight my shovel clenched in hand and into the ground i dug.
a burial plot for a pathetic kinship.
betrayed by their god and destined to rot.
but from where i stand now all i can see are the drops of rain
beating heavily against the window,
and wretched smell of what lays buried outside
reminds me of the favor i've done for society.
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Colonic Combustion
02:32
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COLONIC COMBUSTION
Leaking rectal fluids,
diarrhea spewing out of his ass.
Passed out on the floor.
His anus had been violated,
raped, ripped right open.
Sodomized at random by some freak.
His anal seepage surrounds him like a cocoon. Swallowed whole in turds.
Being suffocated by shit.
Coughing up bile,
choking to death on excrement.
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A CROWN OF FLIES UPON HER SEVERED HEAD
i could smell fear on her like a week old tampon.
she had been drugged, raped, beaten,
and now she was bound to a chair.
a perfect way to end up after a night of heavy partying.
the acrylic nails she had used to thumb a ride earlier that night had been ripped off.
ripped off of the same hands that had been tugging on my dick an hour ago.
i would've assumed your mother tought you to never trust a stranger.
her lips were crusted with semen but that was hidden behind the ball gag.
she was half dead but i decided to finish the job through dismemberment.
all of her limbs were removed.
all that remained was a torso with a head, barely alive.
her crotch was covered in blood, semen, and shit.
her bowels were ruptured and she had pissed herself several times.
her cunt was smashed to pulp.
then i cut deep into her throat.
deep enough that i almost severed the spinal chord,
which is what i was attempting to do in the first place.
with one more hack i completely cut off her head.
i gathered all the limbs and what was left of the body
and threw them in the back of my car and drove to the forest.
leaving her deep in the woods.
abandoned. covered in semen.
her head becoming a hatchery for maggots,
to be covered in a crown of flies.
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Condemned by Conformity
03:29
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