All Guts, No Glory

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Pulverization- bones snap, break, and rend Trituration- truncheon falls again and again Castigation- dumbstruck, dazed and contused Excruciation- blackened, bludgeoned, blinded, and bruised As hammer to anvil As hammer… As hammer to anvil To anvil… Agonized- pummeled, crushed, pounded, and beat Tenderized- cringing, battered human meat Traumatized- painful, unbearable, ceaseless throbbing Brutalized- thrashed and subjected to quite a drubbing As hammer to anvil As hammer… As hammer to anvil To anvil… Forging death, upon this human anvil Prepared to smite as I raise the handle Writhe in pain, at the hammer’s blow Hammer fells, like tolling bells Ring out their dull and pounding knells The final sounds, you’ll ever know Lead - Wes I smash your brittle bones to powder Screams crescendo ever louder Lead - Matt Your shattered torso now gone to bits A puzzle of pieces that no longer fit As hammer to anvil As hammer… As hammer to anvil To anvil…

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Epicurean pathology Shattered gross anatomy Bodily fluids, foul and septic I sing the body decrepit Your funeral, my feast You’ll never rest in peace Tagged, sectioned, then slabbed Slurp fluids from your body-bag Repulsive, jaundiced flesh - The stomach-turning sight, that I love best Necrosis setting in - Discolored, rotting, mottled skin The weevils writhe and squirm - Your torso now alive with worms As organs liquefy - I whet my abhorrent appetite Your funeral, my feast A masterstroke of rotting meat My dinner table’s where you rest in piece Your funeral, my feast Gruesome garnish, moist carnage Raw bits of human garbage The chunks seep, they won’t keep Gnashing through, as each piece bleeds Your decay, my entrée I wouldn’t have it any other way Maggot millet, stuffs your gullet To please my most deranged of palettes Splenetic, ghastly taste - The stinking savor of pathological waste Trypsin and Pepsin marinate - The loathsome bowels I masticate To dine upon this foul concoction - Requires a taste for extreme unction But for those who have the stomach - We sate our hunger on tripe and vomit Your funeral, my feast A masterstroke of rotting meat My dinner table’s where you rest in piece Your funeral, my feast Lead – Matt Your funeral, my feast

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

I see the world through cadaver eyes Sickened by the sight of all that I despise Rotting mass devoured by maggots and flies A ghoulish feast upon the necrotized I see the world through cadaver eyes A sucking grave from which nothing will rise Too late we’ve just begun to realize All that we touch, we cause to rot and die The ichor in which we’re immured Clotted, purulent, and impure Infected well past any hope of cure This is the world that I see Decaying for the feasts of parasites The human wreckage whets their appetites In the polluted carnage they delight Our flesh their fetid fantasy Their fetid fantasy Through cadaver eyes - the shroud torn back To view the carnage at which we hack - bleeding black Through cadaver eyes - see only death The putrid truth of what is left - rotten flesh Inhale the crematory’s noxious reek Savor the stench of a world deceased The taste of slaughter that our palettes seek To dull the buzzing in our brains Taste the blight fester within your flesh With every mouthful that you gasp for breath Revolted by this wretched world grotesque And every horror it contains Every horror it contains Through cadaver eyes - the shroud torn back To view the carnage at which we hack - bleeding black Through cadaver eyes - see only death The putrid truth of what is left - rotten flesh Lead- Matt Lead- Wes Through cadaver eyes - the shroud torn back To view the carnage at which we hack - bleeding black Through cadaver eyes - see only death The putrid truth of what is left - rotten flesh All the world is a cadaver’s eye We crawl like maggots from beneath its stye Engorged we consume, to be consumed in time A noisome plague in both death and life

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Purulent portents augur decrepit demise A tumescent terminus draws near Sloughing skin, boils erupt before your very eyes Carbuncles and lesions appear Wracked with infection - excruciated An affliction which will not abate Eczemic flesh stripped away - excoriated A fetid, disease-ridden fate Moribund, vomiting blood All over the hospital floor Not long for this earth, it only gets worse Physiognomy ridden with sores Rendered grotesque, thorax fills with cess Suffering until your demise Corrode from within, sepsis sets in Innards begin to liquefy Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knell Overripe omens ooze out of your maw Excrescent expectorate expunged Sallowed skin, blistered and raw Hacking up bits of clot-caked gunge Riddled with welts - suppurated Day by day this decay sprays its filth Drain the pus into pans - intubated Discharging bloody, pyomorphic swill Feculent, purulent Rampant infection now grown out of hand Nauseated, expectorated Bits of innards floating in your bedpan Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knell Lead - Wes Disgusting yourself, you turn inside out Epidermal revulsion takes hold Prognosis is grim, there can no more doubt You’re soon to be stiff, dead and cold Vital organs spew forth - regurgitated Prolapse of bowels, sinew and crud Sanguineous breath - asphyxiated Esophagus torn, drown in your own blood Violent death, terminal breath The hospital bed now a gore-soaked grave Your execrable corpse, taken down to the morgue Fodder for pathologists depraved Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knell

Life made to imitate art Disfigured features re-sected upon being torn apart My cubist rhinoplasty has left you defaced Any semblance of dignity erased and replaced The face of death staring at you is only your own Distorted and twisted to form The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone Distorted and twisted to form Eye-sockets rerouted, now to re-wire your shattered jaw Aesthetic mutilation leaves facial tissue red raw Gouged, cleft and hacked, now you’re drastically deformed Through your grisly countenance, as an objet d’art you are reborn The face of death staring at you is only your own Distorted and twisted to form The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone Distorted and twisted to form Sightless eyes - gaze vacantly at the monstrous face in the reflection Chiaroscuro realized - Obscure art incarnated through unnatural selection Lead - Matt Disintegrating death masque - leering features rearranged disgustingly askew The work of a hack - your visage gleams with the moist sheen of sanguine and sinew Lead - Wes The face of death staring at you is only your own Distorted and twisted to form The medium of meat, tendon, sinew and bone Distorted and twisted to form

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

This olidous odyssey A macabre descent Through a mass of necrosis To reach beyond the end Suppurative cessation An ending in gore Pathological obsession To reach the rotten core Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within Lost in this carnal labyrinth Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within Serpentine intestines Their coil unwinds Mortuous vexation Is all there is to find Repugnant, reeking maze That seems without egress Enterotome, chisel and bonesaw the keys To open the abscess Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within Lost in this carnal labyrinth Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within Lead - Matt Lead - Wes Quagmire in pus Livor Mortis’ aftermath Posthumous waste Culling human chaff The grotesque grip Of death’s dissolve Ensnared in entrails The puzzle unsolved Tangle of bowels I now unravel deep within Lost in this carnal labyrinth Tumescent hive, or just a human rubbish bin Lost in this carnal labyrinth, I rot within

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Throw open the drawers in the dissection ward Hone the keen of the scalpel’s dread blade Scrub down the slab, for toes yet to be tagged And Y-shaped thoracic incisions to be made Slice - through the corpses that now lay before us Postmortem butchery Hack - through the thorax with bonesaw and pick-axe Recreational pathology In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly line Ribcages shattered, gastric acids spatter The trocar suctions sebum and bile Craniotomies botched, cold blood curdles and clots Staining forceps, hemostat and file Rend - through cold flesh, never minding the mess Dis-organized carnal junk heap Slash - limb, hands, and feet, autopsy incomplete Just another piece of dead meat In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly line Lead – Matt Lead - Wes Cankered cadavers, strewn in swollen disorder An abattoir of the deceased Slaughter the dead, spraying green, black and red In gastric discharge I stand ankle-deep Tear - out the brains of the sadistically splayed Indignities heaped upon their expiration Shred - unseeing eyes and gash venal, flabby thighs With macabre, sardonic vexation In death we are brought to this - Dis-assembly line Our legacy is hacked to bits - Dis-assembly line On toe-tags our epigraphs writ, reduced to bone, flesh, bowels and shit - Dis-assembly line

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

A shamble of rancid flesh despoiled and left to rot Another commodity, slaughtered, skinned, and cheaply bought The scent entices, the necrovores began to slaver Scavengers buzz and burrow in their putrescent palaver If you bleed it, they will come As sharks grown voracious at the scent of chum Necrotized - anaesthetized Necrotized - dehumanized Bile-baiting is child’s play, second nature of the beast To serve up a bilious buffet for our feculent, feral feast A thrill-kill marathon to hyper-stimulate the reptile brain Tune in, turn on, to a titillating thanatotic refrain If you bleed it, they will come To feast upon what’s spewed from humanity’s rectum Necrotized - desensitized Necrotized - lobotomized The mind of morbidity perplexed Putrefaction’s pungent, prurient hex With vivisecting vitriol we vex Our sordid, soiled, slaughterous secrets Lead - Wes Shocking, septic, sickening scenes, all taken to extremes Sardonic grins, take the place of outraged screams When waking nightmare is de rigeur for the daily grind Waxing grotesque is the best means of killing time If you bleed it, they will come To live vicariously through the deaths and lives of scum Necrotized - commoditized Necrotized - cadaverized Necrotized

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

Necrotopian vision of a world deceased A tumescent carcass upon which the morbid feast The salubrious veneer pulled back to reveal A gruesome hulk of rotting meat where fluids congeal Truth - without beauty Cruelty - without beauty Funereality Global mass-grave for humanity Where the ghoulish feed on atrocities Funereality Immersed within a miasma of carnage We chew our way through a quagmire of human garbage This world belongs to the maggots, weevils and grubs Who gladly join us in the graves that we’ve so eagerly dug Truth - without beauty Cruelty - without beauty Funereality The mass-grave grows exponentially The voracious feed as the rapacious bleed Funereality Lead – Wes Lead - Matt Our destiny manifest only in autopsies A landscape of monuments and cemeteries Befouled air smelling thick of the crematory Our deadened world laid to rest permanently Truth - without beauty Cruelty - without beauty Funereality An abattoir of grotesqueries A planetary mortuary This is funereality

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l’oeil made zombified Mocking death mask for the mortified -deformed Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied In formaldehyde death now baptized - reborn The sickening sight now sanitized In celebration of the demised Death unrevealed - decay clumsily disguised But behind the lurid, leering eyes Decomposition will arise So let it be rotten - so let it be done Behind the shroud decrepitude begun So let it be rotten - so let it be done So let it be rotten So let it be rotten - so let it be done So let it be rotten Lead – Matt Lead – Wes Immured deep within the absurd, beyond the pale obscenely blurred Rigor mortis sets in undeterred - putrescent Embalmed in lugubrious repose, as from within you decompose Unmoved by orchid, lily, or rose - quiescent The distasteful scent lurks just beneath The truth of death lay out of reach Its cold caress - would curdle funeral wreaths But beyond the mendacious mask you’ll see Putrefaction’s perfidy So let it be rotten - so let it be done Within the casket, decay has claimed its throne So let it be rotten - so let it be done Death worms its way into the corpse its work begun So let it be rotten – let it be done

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

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