Primordium of Sinister Butchery
Miserably lashed By throes of torturous grief Fearing that old gore Bitterly entrenched Contractions of tissue Weaponized intercourse Unaccountably cold In the long, dead night Purulence of ideation Irreversibly mangled Sexual agony Purulence of ideation Miserably lashed By throes of torturous grief Fearing that old gore Distractions of tissue In rotted sleeves Of human meat Unaccountably cold In the long, dead night Purulence of ideation Irreversibly mangled Sexual agony Purulence of ideation
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 14, 2026
Jutting silhouettes In keenly fructuous union Learn uglier ways To lay waste to fair cavities Odious phlegm Massed necrotic materials Wriggling in the reliquiae Harrowed and haunted By the lunge of accursed time Primordium of butchery Immemorial and limitless Enfeebled organ Eager, dismal rite Enfeebled organ Eager, dismal rite Vivified appendage Vile, manic, coarse In sinister coition The ego expugned Pattern of invigoration Rorschach of obdurate filth Patterns of invigoration
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Blood becoming (Becoming) Terrible ichor (Ichor) Psychosis (Twisting) Souls reverting Leave horrified, catalyzed Ancient humours leak Viciously outward Transfixed death Invoking growths pralayic Catalytic heaving Derangement Aberrative fixation fervid Upheaved dolorous shade Scorns mephitic permanence Flouting yet The skirted sphere
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 14, 2026
In the creation of Anu were spawned Born of the Earth before the age of god With word unwrit, nowhere they're known Evade destruction in their world below Their hands reach for our place outside Bestow their suffering on human life Nothing will stop them from re-entering Return to hatred in the heart of man They are the children of the underworld Before the heavens they were on the Earth To desolation and were never heard "Cry rebirth" Lords of the plague, seven are they Born in the mountain of Mashu's magic Spirits of hate, they have no name Withered and wicked The liars in wait In the creation of Anu were spawned With deadly vengeance from the ancient gods Their place on Earth, their race unknown Beyond the knowledge of the elder ones Provoking with our blood to rise The seven offspring for the sacrifice Reclaim the power of the crown of death Enter the body from the temple dead They are the children of the underworld Before the heavens they were on the Earth To desolation and were never heard "Cry rebirth" Lords of the plague, seven are they Born in the mountain of Mashu's magic Spirits of hate, they have no name Withered and wicked The liars in wait Words by Glen Benton
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Aug 14, 2026