Blasphemy Made Flesh

Oh what a gal! She seems such a perfect victim: This I can tell, for if beauty be guilt, she's guilty Ordinarily, I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her, But such beauty inspires one to give the gift of murder She's the kind of girl you want to Run up to and tackle Through a window some floors up And splatter you both to hell "Come and get it; Your stuffed bunny's at the window, But not that far out... Reach little one! Reach..." Tantalized a child is wont to take an ill-considered course of action; such is life: is experience not bitter? Leaning too far out the open attic casement window, baby plummets to a messy death not so far below Rend your flesh to ribbons on shards of broken glass, fading screams end abruptly: Defenestration

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

O most luscious cenobite, you wield your whip as though it were another appendage; Favor me with pleasure-pain, rip me with your claws Chew me with your saw-toothed cunt Dead eyes alive with darkness to match their sockets, they blaze with unmatched cruelty Leave those long thorns embedded in your scalp, They look stuck in far enough to hurt Hell's polyhedron has blessed you Your peerless beauty drips of sin In this time of configuration, blessed order shall prevail Two sides to the war on flesh Leviathan, who can't smile, beams Encased in leather as it is, I can't drink from your neck It shall remain its soft, cold, blue-white: I'll bind your proud breasts with barbed wire I wish to partake of their nectar... Is it pus? I might breach your zippers and open your face I might gag you with an urchin I long to hear a quiet sight escape your lovely lips as I bite your fettered, smooth thighs Love subverted, lust perverted Bitch-goddess Abigor's pretty face Can mask her suffering Make you worship both her and her needles Subjugate it, perforate it Flesh reordered is flesh of use I now rededicate my life To what Abigor has shown me

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025

I've learned to control my thoughts ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper: those who listen in on my thoughts, my logic, my sanity I cannot let them know I don't know the verses, or converse in my head: lash out at future foes, banter with friends I've not yet met The psychoaggressive minions of your lord mock with laugher I can't hear, with hidden scowls they admonish me Nothing's sacred, Nothing's safe: your filthy god is omnipresent, this undying nonentity that haunts my every waking dream They watch me, his mortal flock, they know me now by sight alone: my thoughts are too well concealed... Yet I sense more scrutiny Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me, let me be my silent self: our existences irreconciled Make them stop! I'm rotting fast... The answer, painful though it may be, is change Alter my outer shell... The listeners may not, then, know it's me Open Face Surgery: short on pain and long on masquerade Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight- nip here, tuck there... So who needs eyelids

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 23, 2025

Something's come over me... I can't bear to see you live Between lies, between sins that bespeak iniquity I just want to hold your pretty hand The rest of you can be dissolved in acid I just want to hold your pretty hand Purified of their sins, fornicators will be purged Breath of god: wind of change I ride, (and) you will meet your death... whore I just want to hold your pretty hand The rest of you can be dissolved in acid You've payed for this death with all your sin. Die.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

You're not emoting: one of us will have to dig deeper; These are my cheek nails: Penetration, though unclean, can make you bleed in so many interesting ways; I rend your flesh and caress your fears as you weep Human tragedy... Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic Let this dirt define your grave Midmortemtorment, ornament of dandling flesh; Why do you vomit? You should have seen the last one I did: I chewed it to a paste and spit it out when I was done, yet the gummy taste of anus still smothers my tongue Girth control, to me, is considered an art; Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart; my maleficence is as deep as it can get: I derive enjoyment from cruel torture and messy death I tear your legs from their sockets to ease my pilfering of your pockets Better for you if you'd been born headless Blame your mother you weren't born headless Now that it's over, you'll be remembered, but not missed, swathed in cerements to keep in the precious cold I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; the earth soaks up my brain... I see myself as I've been I see myself

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

Man-made doom bled death from the sky; to all but a few, salvation was denied Heavenly father, son and holy ghost, save your servants (those of us who aren't toast) The not-yet-dead discovered that to be a nuclear family means a whole new thing; All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs put their trust in a man of the cloth Make them hate you, rotting cleric... Remember, you are pus of my loins, you are pus Give voice to your left side, let me in: I've sawn the seeds of your redemption; In subhumanicide, I am your guide: seventy-seven times make them die The sun is shining on a brand new day Blackened corpses smolder where they slain; Self-flagellation prompts him to confess: Bless me father, for I made this mess Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost: Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025

Ungentle exhumation Must be thorough, remove it all Catalogue every part, Then rape them and eat them How dare they bury what should be mine My dead companions on which I dine Penetrate the dead hole Please, O lord, just let it smell and let mankind's puniverse be befouled just for me My graveside manner lacks no finesse These ravaged bodies betray no distress As I tear apart the dead things I annoint them with my seed and gain new insights into death with their consumption Yet I wonder, What if I were something dead? Somewhere there's a graveyard of ghouls with a massive headstone that waits just for me; Maybe someday Someone will come

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 23, 2025

I awake remembering nothing the next day, my nostrils assailed by the stench of decay Dreams of dismemberment, fantasies of torture Mopping up affords me a reminiscense of death; Gooey bits and pieces are all that is left Stench of rot: uplifting smell Someone's dead or at least unwell; What little is left smells impure; Who did this? I'm not sure No conscience interferes with my memories of blood; PSI energy remains where a human once stood; I equate its suffering with the longevity of a ghost Who lasts the longest is who suffered the most

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 23, 2025

Abominated, tiny god of mine Overseeing my rest, my lust, my life Torched in hatred Loved in Horror sublime Almost formless Darkened, and yet you shine You made me in your image I deformed yours into mine Now we're even, O loving God Equals in my melting eyes Mutant christ, loving Christ Know me with thine naked eyes Holy Christ, one tenth the size So unlike the other Christs God-made man (with) man-made god to adore Idolatry? My faith has been restored Gaze upon me Bless me, lord, or die I'll find another little lord to fry You baked me in this image so I burned yours into mine Eye for eye and tooth for tooth I love you now, O twisted Christ Mutant Christ

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

Who is this Geoffrey? All I see is this cold cadaver Why is this Geoffrey lying in puddles of pus on a gurney? Tell me of this Geoffrey, this boy with a noose around his neck; More about Geoffrey: why is he wearing his mother's bra? How old was Geoffrey? At a guess, I'd say about twelve or thirteen; He died accidentally from auto-erotic asphyxiation; He'd been masturbating... our little stiff still has one on and it's been one week! The resurrection men took their sweet time Cross-dressed fruit: what a way to die! Now he's ours: the apple of our eye; Fetch the dead sphincter: cold green meat How did his ass taste? Tender and sweet... And then we fucked it...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025