Impulse 80
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The expectation of better times is fading Broken Hope Pulse is low - suffering Infestdead'll help in getting it through Penetration is quite enough Frozen movements suffer no changes Two methods possible - miconium Vomit inside Blunt-faced spirit is beat'fuck'ing up everybody Ofosomi E Ofomiro Blunt-faced spirit is beat'fuck'ing up everybody Excited spirit as weak as a crotch Once the pope had a dog, he loved it much So much that for a piece of meat It was done with a touch Blunt-faced spirit is beat'fuck'ing up everybody Ofosomi E Ofomiro Blunt-faced spirit is beat'fuck'ing up everybody Frozen movements suffer no changes Pulse is low - suffering Infestdead'll help in getting it through Shura is wandering all around Holodnay Balka
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The lights are near again and again One by one And it will take you downwards One by one To the narrow dust world Filled with damp and slippery fog Slippery to the point of fuck-up Come on, you, descend to earth Do think about the matter This winter is a bloody thing a mouth In mouth Everybody come in! Orgasm through torture Unleashing from symbol Bloody Godzilnik! The fathers would kick asses inflexibly, Had a fuck and slumber Recalling Shurimon from time to time The lights are near again Exhausted through oral penetration The lights are near again Everybody come in! Orgasm through torture Unleashing from symbol Would have a fuck, a slumber... And Shurimon from time to time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The spirit taken has become one Suffering, for no particular reason We used to flock together Nobody out there now For no particular reason Îh, pi! Oh, oh, pi! Take it imperishable, occasional, Irrevocable Bent within oneself Condensing things Oh, pi! If one hasn't got enough - Come along now, I'll enrich you fucking quickly, Protect you You've fucked me fucking up, You bloody whores and freaks
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
When getting fucking imbued With this sensation on the verge Of current today You get filled Though you are not able With sense of reality Durmanizator embarassed In vaginal way The cock having no idea Not giving a fuck And the one creating didn't know Didn't know a single unit, A unit "i" The idea of divine creation
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Tornado weeping you Off the Earth's face Revenge incarnation It will take you downwards Three hundred thousands Being defaced Three hundred thousands, Bitches! Reattacking ones Are waving up from ashes Of Heaven and Earth inhabitants We would fuck these Fucking fags down to the core The beast's throat gnawed off Cryonizing of the flesh Is rising from ashes Cryonizing Like riverbanks of led Having turned out to be fucksters Reattacking ones Are waving up from ashes Of Heaven and Earth inhabitants
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Old man sick in the head Consuming the young Mass murderer Brought them to His slaughter house To butcher, to feast On their remains Carnivorous Ways Tender young meat satisfied his hunger Making meals from the entire cadaver Carnivorous ways He's eating their meat slowly He's eating their meat slowly Her meat Tasted so sweet All the way Down to her little ass Skinning the body parts Picking his prime parts Eating the young Mass murderer Brought human pieces To his home His hunger... Is forever The entire feast lasted nine days Gorging away his carnivorous ways Raw livers his favorite entree' Deep intestines were thrown away...were thrown away
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Everybody is striving to the mountains None wants to come down To the valley The thing that is getting Imperceptibly over Aquatorium It's how boats are leaving in full sail And your mother is gradually Getting old A nighttime period for one to warm up None wants to come down Such a bloody thing in mouth Something of no perception Chico's anal passes Sacramental ceremony Oh unforgiven cannibalism pury ego
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The red stream circulates Taking things away But what remains? Excrescences dying off Clutching at a form is impossible No finish running Having inspected the grip Through somebody's eyes Bitches! What a bloody thing! Taking things away Who knows when their Selfdefecation is complete What a bloody thing!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026