Talk Evolution / The Parasite

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The succession on cadavers happens In a fairly predictable sequence And can be used in estimating time of death If the body has been lying around for some time Since insects arrive on the body soon after The death to know the age of the animals Will lead you to the time of death After the initial decay And your body begins to smell Different kinds of insects are Attracted to the corpse After some short time depending on the species And temperature the eggs hatches into Larvaes become restless and begin to wonder Forensic entomology Forensic entomology Now in the prepupal stage As putrefaction develops more species arrive At the scene when the body is drying out Certain mites will be around Analyzing the dead insects fauna Their graves are human remains Can figure where the cadaver has been

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Living in a world of sicknesses For which they are no cure One of them eats its way through me And lets me die slowly Infection for those who just touch me Fear - they throw stones to chase me away I'm banished from civilization They throw me into a doorless room To keep my disease away But thousands of others lie infected yet I'm slowly decomposing And the stench of my own decay surrounds I'm driven to despair I throw myself against the wall I vomit in disgust for my own blood In pain and suffering I cry In this chamber I'm put away There are mirrors to watch myself decline What human being could be so cruel To execute me this way? This wretched way to lose my life? Waiting for my release Minutes seem like hours to me In this dark abyss of pain that devours me Internal organs start to liquify No one stand by me in my darkest hours Regardless reality memories of sanity Determine my vegetating memorial torture Dismembering my last aphorism extricating my soul Out of my body I lost my vigor

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

At the end it's just the sentenced and me We're all alone in this room he is staring At me through the pane of glass diving the Gas chamber from me Clothed which thick acid corroded leather Abroad heavy cloves on my hands and an Oxygen mask in my face I let the gas flow in Horrified I see the man stocking his breath So senselessly trying to escape the Effects of the gas The metamorphosis from life to death Unleashes an immense monstrosity Of the dying With bulging eyes he stands in front of me In my room is this real or is it just in my mind Die by hideous symptoms can't find sleep at night Armed with a gun I search for this man I know he is here in my room the last one I have killed Spectacles of horror are happening before My eyes thick white slaver runs out of His mouth Watching the sentenced dying in panic Stricken ecstasy these pictures from a Psychosis that destroys my sanity

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

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Hunting for the unborn flesh lost the dignity of human life Defenseless beings to open the skulls pan procreated not to be born To make use of the innocent tissue embryonic cells reinforcing depravity Transplanted into corroded brains to heal the incurable Abused to extend worthless vegetating organic illness to be cured Forgotten mental sickness unborn generation no chance... Victims of their ancestors utopic vision of the scum The eyes of decades wisdom staring through the glass of broken mirrors Not visions to be seen results of mankind's failures Mutilation from human being to diseased creatures Cells taken from the innocent flesh to heal the irresistible Disclosed as the beginning of the last wasting away First seem to be cured maggots diverting with flesh To conquer the real treat of the worthless body Victims of their ancestors utopic vision of the scum The eyes of decades wisdom staring through the glass of broken mirrors At the stake of their own fate For them been slain by their own race Lost consciousness redemption of corporeal decay Like seen through the broken mirrors The old man's eyes slowly getting closed Characters of tragedy fading into nothingness All life ends in genocide the end of a race... Abused to extend worthless vegetating organic illness to be cured Forgotten mental sickness... to become free of human vices!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025