Struck by a Murderous Siege
Synthetic resonance approaches past one's prime. Artificial cro-magnon ancestors annihilate all vivacity. Examines the terrestrial sphere, eradicates vital force. Embed what is to bodily manipulate untamed energy. Rivalry of biblical proportions deceived oppressors. Corporal carnage, cremation of creation. Descent of the feeble-minded forced to abandon life. The colony of creators reaps their harvest. Vital canisters of highbred hemoglobin for reproductive purpose. Reproductive purpose to maintain an absolution of grandiose delusion. Grandiose delusion to carry on the frail illusion of osteology. Illusion of osteology to maintain the frail man in shackles. Extra-terrestrial at point blanc range and high velocity from a blackened sky. Humanness burst and expires through extravagant and perfected weaponry. Once objects of worship take action for a fatal and destructive never ending cause. The planted seeds that turned sour are now overthrown and will never be restored. Cutting-edge appalling crafts barricade the definitive rays of daybreak. Accomplishments to tame an essence for cataclysmic matters came too late. Weakness of the flesh, failure of the disapproving alpha and omega.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C., which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine, and blood. Hello from the sewers of N.Y.C. which swallow up these delicacies when they are washed away by the sweeper trucks. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell in these cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead that has seeped into these cracks I 'am deeply hurt, by your calling me a wemon hater. I' am not. But I 'am a monster. I' am the "Son of Sam". I 'am a little brat. When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up on the back of the house. I 'am the "monster" - "Beelzebub". Hello from the gutters of N.Y.C., which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine, and blood. Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of N.Y.C. and from the ants that dwell in these cracks. Sam loves to drink blood. "Go out and kill" commands Father Sam. Behind our house some rest. Mostly young. Raped and slaughtered, their blood drained, just bones now. Raped and slaughtered. Their blood drained, just bones now. Their blood drained, just bones now. I love to hunt. Prowling the streets looking for fair game. Tasty meat. The wemon of Queens are z prettyist of all. I live for the hunt. I live for the hunt. Let me haunt you with the words, I'll be back. I'll be back. I 'am deeply hurt, by your calling me a wemon hater. I' am not. But I 'am a monster. I' am the "Son of Sam". I 'am a little brat. When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up on the back of the house. I'am the "monster" - "Beelzebub".
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Strange is the night where black stars rise I see your soul in the edge of your eyes Remove your mask and behold the king In tatters of yellow, cry and sing Daughters and sons of man observe The disk and the loop and how it swirls Rotting acolytes adorned with horns In the stench of death I'll be reborn Ritually murdered after months of ogrish torture Flesh-made statues in this morbid shrine to my departure Heralds of ascension, soon the circle is completed Empowered I shall rise above, the universe defeated Tribute to the infernal Slaves in the realm hereafter Tools of enlightenment - Reverent decomposition Suffer, bleed, asphyxiate, torment and torture is your fate Writhe in agonizing pain, your dreadful death is my great gain
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Once an urban vascular organ for millions of lost souls. Now catacombs inhabited by those bereft of life. Are they really more dead then when they were alive? Are they really more dead then when they were alive? Cold shivers down your broken spine, as you gaze your once better half rise from her early tomb. Antianthropomorphic and out for the annihilation, of mortal elation. Filthy. Hateful. Horrid. Rotten. Are they really more dead then when they were alive? Are they really more dead then when they were alive? Splatter the fucking putrid brain. Cut the horrid jugular vein. Bullets fly, cause necrotic drain. Splatter the fucking putrid brain. Cut the horrid jugular vein. Bullets fly, cause necrotic drain. Moonlight abandons the mephitic sphere. Insanity kept breeding, dead human being. Shaded and ghastly skin, bear witness of foreordination. Putrid. Nasty. Wicked. Rotten. Splatter the fucking putrid brain. ... Intercontinental ballistic missiles hit the solid ground like buckshots from bellow. Defective being, a lifeless proceeding. Collective cremation, fleshly deformation. A blood frenzy is reigning. still prevail for the sake of human downfall. Collective cremation, fleshly deformation. Defective being, a lifeless proceeding. Filthy. Hateful. Horrid. Rotten. Cold shivers down your broken spine, as you gaze your once better half rise from her early tomb. Antianthropomorphic and out for the annihilation, of mortal elation.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
What is this taht I can see Cold icy hands taking hold of me for Death has come, you all can see. Hell has open it,s gate to trick me. Bind. Torture. Kill. I'll stuff your jaws till you can't talk I'll blind your leg's till you can't walk I'll tie your hands till you can't make a stand. And finally I'll close your eyes so you can't see I'll bring sexual death unto you for me. Oh! Death, Oh! Death, can't you spare me, over for another year! T' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure, so bold on that Spring nite. My inner felling hot with propension, of the new awakening season. Warn, wet with inner fear and rapture, my pleasure of entanglement. In that small world of longing, fear, rapture, and desparation,the game we play, fall on devil ears. Alone again I trod in pass memory of mirrors, and ponder why fornumber eight was not.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Struck by a murderous siege. Struck by a murderous siege. These mean streets where blood runs red and flesh is mishandled. The flesh is mishandled and it proves me right. The right to exterminate, eradicate, annihilate, assassinate, obliterate and overthrow it all, to wipe the dreaded carcass they call life, out from the face of the earth. Struck by a murderous siege. Struck by a murderous siege. "My knife's so nice and sharp and I want to get to work right away if I get a chance". "My knife's so nice and sharp and I want to get to work right away if I get a chance". A chance to exterminate, eradicate, annihilate, assassinate, obliterate and overthrow it all, to wipe the dreaded carcass they call life, out from the face of the earth. With an iron fist and a will made of razor sharp steel, I make this urban turmoil a state of emergency. Struck by a murderous siege. Struck by a murderous siege. Struck by a murderous siege.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Wrists and ankles chained. blindfolded, gagged, disoriented and scared. Get your shit together and listen. I'm going to tell you what's going to happen. You probably think you're gonna be raped and you're fuckin' sure right about that. You'll be raped thoroughly and repeatedly, in every hole you've got. Soundproofed steel walls surround you, with no chance of escape. a heavy chain padlocked around your neck. You will be completely at my mercy, of which there is none. Tied up in painful positions and ruthlessly abused. Get used to it, 'cause it's gonna be like that for a while. You've been taken by force, and you're going to be kept and used by force. Kept naked and chained up like an animal, to be used and abused any time we want. I don't give a flyin' fuck about you or how you feel. Debased sadisticly Degraded completely A hot piece of meat Tied up in the toy box torture chamber Continuous abuse Nightmare or reality? Tormented in hellish ways Tied up in the toy box torture chamber Submit and comply without pause, or be punished mercilessly I won't hesitate to slit your throat should it prove necessary Obedience is crucial for your chance to survive this ordeal I don't give a flying fuck about your mind or how you feel. when we're done with you we'll drug you heavily and hypnotize you, brainwashed, bathed, no DNA-trace, we'll eventually release you. ...or slit your throat and leave your corpse to rot I've had plenty of bitches to practice on over the years. Bound, hung, fucked senseless, cut, whipped, shocked, tortured. I don't give a flyin' fuck about you or how you feel. Bound, hung, fucked senseless, cut, whipped, shocked, tortured.
Nauseous from involuntary bowel movement. Cries of mercy stifled by regurgitations. Chunks of vomit caught in my hair. Gastric juices erode my eyes. Muscles ache from strenuous yet futile efforts. Bone structure bare where my nails used to be. Numbness and delirious self-deception sets in. Am I done for or can I breathe? Sullied and the lack of air is foul. Enduring my existence in fecal matter. Ambiguous and dreadful thoughts. My eyes are open but can not see. Repeated screams for mercy are sporadically interrupted by even more cascades of vomit and gastric matter. Once an unhappy soul, now soon to die, an unliving instrument of grim ascendancy. Forsaken and secluded from a despicable and cheerless world. Abandoned in an eternal home of self pity and wallowing in sewage. Inhalation was forced and incautious as I heard the gravel explode on the lid. Undead instrument of grim ascendancy Repeated screams for mercy are sporadically interrupted by even more cascades of vomit and gastric matter. Once an unhappy soul, now soon to die, an unliving instrument of grim ascendancy. Undead instrument of grim ascendancy Undead instrument of grim ascendancy Incapable to distinguish any surroundings. Incapable to move. Extremities bent backwards.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025