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Ceaseless Resurrection
03:00
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I've tried to escape this hatred. I've tried to escape these temptations, but they always come back. They always resurface. Acceptance. For the first time in my life I feel meant to be. Death and madness are my happiness's.
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Product of society. Product of my surroundings. A cause and an effect. A reaction to an action. Rip their guts into shreds. Rip them. Rip their cunts into shreds. Rip them. Rip their cocks into shreds. Rip them. I am pulled and dragged through the abyss of blackened descent. I cannot help but grin madly at the excitement of what I will be shown next. My mouth waters as I go into a translucent haze. Death, murder, and rape are bestowed upon my conscience. Thank you.
These rooms become my habitats of play. I will smear the blood and insides of these parasites all over the walls
Beautiful decorations to be gazed at and admired. You'll understand once everything is appropriately addressed.
(in it's rightful place)
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Skull Basher
02:05
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It gnaws at my skull. Repeated visions of bashing in the skulls of every single human.
Blood spattering all around. Watching their eyes become lifeless. Chomping on their heads and breaking through their skin. Crunching their brains against my teeth with a smile.
I pick and play with your brain and blood.
I fuck myself with your scattered remains.
Your insignificance is so god damn amusing.
Keep holding your chest up high. Your pride
is what lures me in to devour you. The
extinction of your existence is irrelevance, I assure you.
I can't get enough. There is never enough. I can't get enough. Oh my god there is never enough.
Kill all of them. Every last one. Swim in their blood.
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Matricide
02:52
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You tell me that having children was the best decision you have ever made. My murder spree and following suicide will be mine. My mother. How fucking dare you put my father's cock inside your shriveled up cunt. You conceited whore. Countless ways of killing you race my mind on a daily basis. To leave you to bleed out faceless. To slit your throat and watch life escape from your eyes. You'll be the first to die. You're the beginning of my end.
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Defecating Liberation
03:09
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Blackened demons gather around the circle as I liberate into the abysmal receptacle.
They wait upon each feast; each sacrifice. With their mouths
closed in the dark, at the sight of light become gaping. A thirst never quenched.
A consummation never consumed.
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Slow Torture
02:38
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The obvious rehearsals spill out of your overflowing fuck hole. Your existence means nothing to me. You just want to feel like you're being heard. Listening to your mundane way of living is like being jabbed with a dull and jagged knife; twisting and turning; Slow torture. I'll nail your jaw shut and kick it in to make you permanently silenced. You are just another of the numerous attention craving fuck holes. Coughing up the gallons of cum from your cunt and begging for more. I'll fuck you hole with a gun shooting round after round emptying my chamber. You will know the fullest extent of my endearing compassion and love.
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I'm out of myself again
An apparition of an apparition
Staring down the barrel with lustful eyes
Just one pull of a trigger away
And it can all just end
It can all be over...
Your vision is but a smeared gaze.
You've lost all sense of concentration.
The encompassing abyss becomes your sight.
Your organs are twisting and spiraling
until ripping off from the entangled knots.
You hunch over spewing what you can before
choking and suffocating on your insides.
Indifference suffocating me to death.
Amongst humanity with false hope of finding any connection or understanding.
No solace to be had. Hatred is buried, grows and flourishes.
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It fucking burns through me. It cuts it's way twisting and turning until I vomit from the sheer intensity of hatred
that I have towards humanity and all of existence. I feel their disease spreading through me and contaminating me.
I wish I would vomit already so that I could taste something else other than their reeking fucking filth.
They claw away at every ounce of my being yet they will wonder why I killed so many of them. I have seen this outcome
countless times. I am prepared to the extent I have grown eager.
With my hands around their throat
I really have to snap their necks entirely
Applying more pressure I can feel the flesh becoming tender
Keep bending the bones until they are fractured completely
Let them acknowledge the breaking point
Let them acknowledge their death
I dance in puddles of your blood.
I relish in your agony and inevitable demise.
If Insignificance is a romance I am head over heels.
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Suffocating Sludge
02:24
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Please rip me to fucking shreds. Jesus Christ,
let me bleed to death. I cannot fucking bare life any longer. Fucking crushed by redundancy and futility. Please fucking kill me. A joke of a life. A miserable parasite that should cease to exist. Wallowing in agony, longing for the end. Strangle the fuck out of me. Vomiting up nothingness and insignificance. Bash my head against the wall, bring me catharsis.
Everything is deteriorating around me like whirlwind fire.
A blackened sewage trudging sludge. Seeking refuge in
redundancy.
Dark clouds hover above my vessel. Everything else fades away.
Washed away into the nothingness that I have always been in.
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Welcoming Netherworld
03:04
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Being stripped down, flesh being torn off and staring at my reflection. I am frozen, cemented in time.
Splintering my skull, fracturing right through the middle, my brain seeping through being sliced from the edges.
I smile.
The shadows are my only companions. They present themselves in times when the others have their backs turned.
They speak to me in only a voice I can hear. They show me only what my eyes can see.
Ghastly strangled shouts piercing through the veils of comprehension. Thousands upon thousands of
undead voices breaking through teeth to be heard. Hearken.
Look down. Look down at what creates life. Look deeper. Further down. Look to where the creation became created.
Keep going. Deeper and deeper. Further down. Cremation.
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