Grotesque First Action

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Five hundred pound what a fucking fat dighead So damn vile like a piggery fist-fuck I touch his stomach to feel his fat This guy's ready for my project I hack off his melon head for my collection I slice his stomach I know how that feels He's not like the cemetery whore hes's much better He smiles the potato man, fucking funny Bludgeoning the flesh to make it soft When I make me small I fit into his stomach So that is the feeling for a baby before birth In a way that feeling bores me I want to find some funnier games Isn't there any other thing i can do with a huge empty stomach? I hack off hand and feet Now I rip out the bones and sew the extremities up Now I've got a full body clothing Made of a five hundred pound lard ass Its so easy to come in The blood lets it slip on so easily I've got to find a mirror Oh fuck that looks funny Even if its fucking heavy This huge guy's body with my head hand and feet I fall down laughing looks like I'll never again stand up by mainforce Now I've got to eat my new clothes Now I look like he did

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

A dark place called heart in a world as we know it With a scar on the surface that lets us look inside and see... Deviation from life Devotion to the evil Desperation to our divine Misanthropic deeds A battlefield full of rotting corpses A massgrave full of radiative humans A land full of hungry peoples A church full of despairing prayers H-bombs, terror, storms full of radiation Oh yeah god loves us all Screaming crying bleeding dying From Mecca to Rome the books tell us a way of life The rules are set just follow god and you'll be free Just kill your fucking neighbor he doesn't act your books anyway Fuck your fucking lies your divinity means nothing to me I don't want to give my faith into a paranoid daydream thats questionless followed by the masses I'm no part of your fucking game I'm no slave to your higher fantasy Millions of prayers tearstained to kneel down Begging for a world that will never appear The biggest sign of misanthropy Was the invention of religions God sent us his fucking abortion To tell us how to live our life Oh god your sheeps didn't learn a thing Now nail your prayers to the cross

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