Tonight this vagina will pay.
My dick will beat her face.
Her life and her vagina are mine.
This slut shall now see.
All night on this ninny I release my piece.
Yes. Yes. I am the man.
And I will kill when I can.
You can try to run.
Burt your done.
Run.
Gun to your head.
One more sound and your dead.
Kick in your teeth.
With my cock piece.
Sweet labial meat.
Her inside out twat.
Tastes great to eat.
Dripping and slipping and oozing and flowing with spit.
This vile slit.
Will ghost ride my prick.
Blood pours from her tender throat.
I left her bound to a tree.
Nude. Mangled. Butchered and Blasted.
Now these skanks know not to intercourse with me.
Do you like this poem I wrote?
lol i can post lyrics too
Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied
I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony
Eyes in the darkness
Echoing their madness
The sights that have passed before them
Watching as though it has never happened
Now I only listen to what is not spoken
Murder, hatred
Anger, Savage
Killings I have caused
more than can be counted
orgies of sadism
And sexual perversion
Virgin
Tied to my mattress
Legs spread wide
Ruptured bowel, yanked
From her insides
Devirginized with my knife
Internally bleeding
Vagina, secreting
her blood-wet vagina-y
I am eating
on her guts I am feeding
Mutilated with a machete
I intercourse ed her dead body
The first and last
Your life's only romance
My knife's jammed in your ass
As you die you orgasm
Pass on to the dead
Nerve trembling convulsions
No longer looking human
I never see them, but I know they're there
Locked in my subconcious
Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten
Haunting unrealities
Tear at me
Hold her arms
Her mouth taped shut
Screams unheard
Out pour her guts
Layers of flesh peeling away
Languish in your own decay
descriptions of my killings
bone chilling
Terror, tear, her
Virgin vagina
Virgins are my victims
Their tight interiors I explore
Sharpened utensils of torture
Now inserted inside of her
Sex organs extracted for eating
On her liver I am gnawing
Forbidden lust for guts
Ripped from her vagina
Tears of blood cry down her thigh
I ram my fist inside her hole
From her crotch piss now flows
Rectum filled with poop
I intercourse ed her emptied body
Until she became stiff
Quote from: Nightmare Zero on November 10, 2011, 11:27:04 AM
lol i can post lyrics too
Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied
I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony
Eyes in the darkness
Echoing their madness
The sights that have passed before them
Watching as though it has never happened
Now I only listen to what is not spoken
Murder, hatred
Anger, Savage
Killings I have caused
more than can be counted
orgies of sadism
And sexual perversion
Virgin
Tied to my mattress
Legs spread wide
Ruptured bowel, yanked
From her insides
Devirginized with my knife
Internally bleeding
Vagina, secreting
her blood-wet vagina-y
I am eating
on her guts I am feeding
Mutilated with a machete
I intercourse ed her dead body
The first and last
Your life's only romance
My knife's jammed in your ass
As you die you orgasm
Pass on to the dead
Nerve trembling convulsions
No longer looking human
I never see them, but I know they're there
Locked in my subconcious
Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten
Haunting unrealities
Tear at me
Hold her arms
Her mouth taped shut
Screams unheard
Out pour her guts
Layers of flesh peeling away
Languish in your own decay
descriptions of my killings
bone chilling
Terror, tear, her
Virgin vagina
Virgins are my victims
Their tight interiors I explore
Sharpened utensils of torture
Now inserted inside of her
Sex organs extracted for eating
On her liver I am gnawing
Forbidden lust for guts
Ripped from her vagina
Tears of blood cry down her thigh
I ram my fist inside her hole
From her crotch piss now flows
Rectum filled with poop
I intercourse ed her emptied body
Until she became stiff
Post Dying Fetus
WHAT'S THIS MACHINE THAT FEEDS ME
DIGESTING FEELING INSATIABLY
COOKING UP NOTHING IN EVERYONE
MY HANDS ARE TOO NUMB TO FEEL SHIT
I'M HIGH AS GOD
I MUST BE IF THEY FEED ME
FIT CAME TO BEGOTTEN
IT'S EVERYTHING FAILED TO FEEL
CONFRONTED BY WHAT YOU THOUGHT TO BE
WHAT AN ANIMAL, A BEAST, A STRAY
ESCAPING MYSELF
FUCKING UP AND GIVING BIRTH TO A SHELL
ANDROID
WHAT'S THIS MACHINE THAT FEEDS ME
DIGESTING FEELING INSATIABLY
COOKING UP NOTHING IN EVERYONE
MY HANDS ARE TOO NUMB TO FEEL SHIT
I'M HIGH AS GOD
I MUST BE IF THEY FEED ME
I WAS COMING FROM THE DARKEST SUM
OF THE FEARS OF MY FANTASIES
NEVER TO BECOME TRUE
MYSTERIES PASS US THROUGH
FORTUNE COOKED PATHS OF MOLD
TRASHING MY FAST PATIENCE
PULLING FOR GOLD
FUCKING CRASHING
I need new ways to torture all my ninnyes
Peel off their skin or cover them in stitches
Sometimes they bleed sometime they spit
Sometimes I feed on their half decayed clit
I've scraped out their guts through their torn open vagina
It's so much fun to make them bleed
But I have new ways to kill them indeed
An electric rod that spwes ten thousand volts
Up her ass I pund it, her vagina implodes
Surging through her sliced open veins
Smoke emits from her boiling brain
Currents flow through her bubbling mass
Sparks and blood shoot from out her ass
Tears are building in my eyes from the stink of your burnt fluid
You hair is singed: your flesh is black, your form reduced to ruin
I pull your crispy outer skin to reveal your bloody tissue
I chomp the chips of harden flesh and lust at your dead sinew
A strange idea has taken over
I'll remove your blistered outer cover
Caress your skinless, dripping body
A burning feeling builds inside me
With staggering force I go inside it
The slims warmth with make my nut spit
I pound her slit 'til I feel it cumming
My eyes roll back the pleasure is numbing
I ride your toasted dripping carcass
With infinite hate I beat your face in
The third hit causes you nose to cave in
Oh my god, she's breathing
What will I do with this toasted hog ninny
Thought she was dead, but I feel her heat beat
A thrifty idea I have excites me
Where is my hacksaw
You feel the bite
Saw through your horribly burnt open flesh
I'll cut off your limbs till you are dead
When you are really deceased
Again I will get my cock wet
My mind is as rotten as the bodies of the intercourse in' whores I've killed.
I raid a fresh grave to satisfy my thrills.
What the intercourse is this?
A filthy intercourse in' ugly ninny, I must rip the head clean off this scabby dead
trick
Now I rip the thread from her lips, bugs exit from her pale face
I jam my prick in her mouth and then I spin her head around, unburied
I gaze at her body mutilated but not by my hands stab wounds from a prior
predator but the job is not yet done
Now I will get the sloppy seconds of this rancid slut
I intercourse the intercourse in' poop out of her filthy neck
fluids from her stiff vagina seep
parasites proceed to enter my pulsing pecker
gnawing their way through me
hundreds of maggots nesting in my nutsack
horrible hybrid from the unseen
how will I rid myself of these filthy scum guppies
intercourse this crude larvae
Pissing blood and pieces of meat
A small price to pay for my crimes
Tickling from my dick into my own hand
I tilt my head back, feel it oozing down my throat
she agrees to intercourse me before I take her life
so I proceed to penetrate her twat till it bleeds
her screams of pain turn into moans of pleasure
so I punch her in the mouth but she begs me for more
As I pound at her blood soaked slit
she begs me to deliver my seed
>From my red cock the scavengers seep
in the womb grows my young offspring
Tortured and defiled as I impregnate
Embodied in my victim hate bred spawn
nine months newborn, enraged angered
inhuman infant of my incarnation
Countless corpses litter the streets
there's not stopping my sick offspring
surviving chiefly on humans, herds of dead cadavers rotting stripping the
hides from the living, hideous beyond conception
widespread murder rape breeds sickness
man is the endangered species
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing.
Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future?
God above, or God below, questions no one can answer.
Live the truth, or die to know, it's my agnostic vision.
Jews killing Muslims, and Christians killing Jews.
The circle is unending, and all sides always lose.
If faith is blind devotion, then death is the result.
When history is rotten, the young young and pure grow dead and cold.
I don't need a book for saving, fellowship or days of praying.
Organizing means dilution, and results in persecution.
Through it all I keep a vision, understand what I believe in.
Truth is not the faith you follow, it's far more than you can ever know.
Religion, the burden we carry forth.
Mankind, addicted--the drug spreads on.
Paranoia eats all reason, driving their crusading mission.
Zealotry from Rome to Mecca, millions more become infected.
God cannot be mass-projected, or beaten out through forced confessions.
It's for all of us to ponder, not for dogma's chains to hold us down.
Wake up, and put the past where it belongs.
Just beat them back till they are gone, 'cause their doctrines lead to misery.
They're prophets preaching fantasy, how can they hold themselves
above the rest?
From holy birth to martyr's death, the moral quest for life beyond.
It's just a pipe dream for the paranoid, the empty words of holy books
will mislead all those that read.
Buried in the lines of text are the myths that feed their needs.
Born from flesh, just like all earth down below,
which came from a life form we can never know (in our present context).
Pray for a world that only God above can save?
The church is the reason why they've lost their way.
Crusades and Inquisitions, holy wars, Jihad,
they are the willing victims of a grand facade.
Above it all, the lies are told. The masses follow without question.
First to die, or last to go, I know my convictions.
Flesh and blood, and spirit life, the trinity of my perception.
Dead awake, or sleeping dead, we will find out in the end.
Who's Burt...
You
iving like us and sharing our day.
In another world very far away
A diffirent existence, yet virtually the same.
Aggression is sadness and laughter is pain
Look deep into their eyes for what they have to say
Emotions take control of life everyday.
Unpredictable variations of behavior,
Hold the key to the mental door
Where nothing is everything, and everything is nothing
Staring beyond the wall a thousand times over
Seeing a part of them that is real
Just imagine how it might feel
To be denied of what life has to give
Behind mental shadows they must live
Look deep into their eyes for what they have to say
Emotions take control of life everyday.
That wasn't br00tal enough, Zero.
Dark, crimson tides of blood
Will flow like water into wine
I smell you fear,
Our lives coincide
Please respect, the presence of
The dead
For they weep, they are darned
Spite filled eyes, cold and black
Profane slut of darkness
Let me in your mind
Unholy procreation
I give the gift of life
Fuck your faith and doctrine
I've no concern for lies
In our dying embrace
We coalesce in pain
A heartless, empty shallow way to die
I draw my face up closer to your
Milk white skin
In rivulets tears of blood
Stream slowly down
Rape... Altar stained... Stained
With blood
Lord... Please forgive...
... No response
Faith... Broken pride... Left to die
There's no point in living
Rip your intercourse ing head off
Slut you've lost your privilege
Hate shows no resistance
Fuck your righteous ways
Gone, dead, intercourse ing wasted
With your throat in my hands
Choke your life away
As death comes forth to claim you
I bend my knees and pray
"love it transcends time,
One thousands worlds and more,
Your flesh forever mine
My god darned angel whore..."
Death's lyrical themes go deeper than most death metal bands. Sanity my friend, sanity.
Come, welcome to the darklands
Regions of darkness untouched by god
Miles of nothing to practice my art
Pain, I'm in charge of pain, my home
Too far for the living too close for the dead
Your eyes will see the horror
Madness will take you long before you die
You will never die
Collecting their souls become my slaves
Welcome to my paradise where decades are days
The flames you will call them home
I welcome you
Too far for the living too close for the dead
Fortress for unholy penance
Inside well take you far beyond known pain
Hate breathing in my veins
I like the killing man is my game
Mortals angels they all die the same
Scream I love to hear them scream
Long ago when the battle raged
Were cast out in shame
The time is near take arms and fight with me
Birth is always painful, Decaying in the womb trapped within this body
A bleeding human tomb gutted ninny lies dead emptied of the child
chewing on the cords its life line to this world afterbirth is flowing
The stench is overwhelming
My body, growing stronger, my pain turns to torture
Severing its bloodline
A butchered infant carcass
Meat from the unborn, the freshest kills
Chopped up children bathing in blood
Contoured and festering I rot in disgust
Re-generation of my body
Mother ripped apart
Smashing in her face
My knife cutting holes, intercourse ing her remains
Esophogus carved out
Crushing cartilage
Bile oozing from punctures in your liver
Riping meat within
Chewing in intestine
Bladder spurting urine, sight of defecation now grow infection
The child ripped to shreads
Drinking its excretions
Zombification ejaculation over mutilation
On the Mothers body hacked into pieces
The sludges from my cock gives her life once again
Sewing the remains of the child deep within her
Reborn through evil
My torture known throughout Hell
Heed to his calling, the demons await my next kill
Carnage is my fetish
Body cavities scraped of guts
Brains seeping from cracks as my axe continues to hack
That's more like it. No more of that intellectual, hippy liberal bullpoop.
i've become so numb
i can feel you now
become so aware
much more than this
i've become so numb
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
I BLEED IT OUT DIG IT DEEPER JUST TO THROW IT AWAY
JUST TO THROW IT AWAY
JUST TO THROW IT AWAY
Quote from: Bearissoslow on November 11, 2011, 10:20:28 AM
i've become so numb
i can feel you now
become so aware
much more than this
i've become so numb
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you
I intercourse ing lost.
crawwwwwling innnnn my skinnnnn
these wouuuuuunds they willllllll not heeaaaalllll
Quote from: Nightmare Zero on November 11, 2011, 10:01:01 AM
Death's lyrical themes go deeper than most death metal bands. Sanity my friend, sanity.
Death: good band.
the sound of vomiting to my ears like singing
now im beginning to become erect
with illness im obsessed
in the beds of the fallen i rest
a fixation amplified the smell here is what i like best
feverishly combing the buckets of waste
wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets
raping the shells of the comatose to fulfill my needs
photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
its more then a job, its a love for me to walk this close with death
when you hear a flat line you know surely i'll be near
to when the reapers sickle is drawn i am ever aware
i wish i could pull these strings
in death there are finer things
malpractice forever be my bitter name
how quickly life does fade away
but one flip of the rivers man coin
could send you screaming to your grave
grief stricken family watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
"im afraid that nothing can be done" the moment has finally come
the wrath of a god exemplified to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive to leave here his husk
in this room of white im quivering at thought pull the plug
im begging you to take the ride to the cold and blue
the reapers yellowed lichen finger aims ever so true
the origins of disease to be witnessed in my dreams
the flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs
[spoiler]Custom will know it. Maybe Zero.[/spoiler]