Death Factory
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· 2022
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Gutted, for all to see, in the Death Factory Spilling bile and waste, slowly peeling off your face Strategically calculate, your capture and demise Gutty’s reasoning in the woodshed will end your life Bludgeoned and pulverized, excruciating pain You watch in awe as your plasma flows down the drain Chopped up into pieces and stored in a bag Frozen headless stumps and blood-soaked rags Limbs lay about, with entrails of blasphemy You’ll not make out alive of the Death Factory
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Aug 14, 2026