Scriptures of the Dead

A work of art, my collection of rot. A rotten census, manifest of the damned. Sordid formulae, of harvesting the dead. Mentally degrading, socially perverted. Six feet of foreplay, towards my needs. My needs! Archived decay, necrotic manifesto! Decrypting semiology! This book of the dead, a symposium indeed. Celebration of flesh and bone, my fascination is far gone. The scriptures of the dead, satisfy my curiosity. So fascinating, so captivating! Enigmatic paths to Rigor Mortis. Necrotic manifesto! Macerated limbs are dislodged, upon tissue I viciously gorge. Celebration of flesh and bone, my fascination is far gone. Creating life after death. Surreal necrotic rampage! Necrotic manifesto! Decrypting semiology! This book of the dead, a symposium indeed. Celebration of flesh and bone, my fascination is far gone.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 22, 2025

Obscured by the sun Apocalyptic clash Cities fall in ruin Why must we die? Obliteration of mankind Under a pale grey sky We shall arise... I did nothing, saw nothing Terrorist confrontation Waiting for the end Wartime conspiracy I see the world - old I see the world - dead Victims of war, seeking some salvation Last wish, fatality I've no land, I'm from nowhere Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Face the enemy Manic thoughts Religious intervention Problems remain

Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026