Dawn in the Rotting Czech / Reek

Disintering rotting carrion Posthumous secretions flowing out Manifested Livor Mortis Autolisyfied tissues breaking down "Exhuming corpses Enshrouded in Putrilage putrescent embalment oozes frm their rotting flesh Soapy secretions, Adipocere… The stench of the cadavers bring me no tears" Alchemy of decomposition Curdled suppuration in the bodily orifices Necrobiotic alterations Ammoniac sulphide is vilely released Putrefaction...Putrilage Perpetuation...in decay "Exhuming corpses Enshrouded in Putrilage Special guests for another secret carnage Depraved morticians rapting the dead Taking their bodies out of their fucking graves" Visceral disintegration Fetid emanation of cadaveric fumes Post-mortem deteriration This beautyful cadaver is ready to be exhumed

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Dysenteric recrements retrained in your bowels Disolving gastric mucose by fermenting rot Collapsing colon dilating small intestine Malodorous faecal mass corroded in sepsis Decrepit dejection Coprophagist bacteria munching rectal cysts In painful tenesmus your entrails twist Dislocated pilorus gases deflagrate Your digestive system is violently evecuated Decrepit dejection

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

I'm Fucking tired of making dissections I reek of shit and putrefaction Many hours among decay I'll work no more for today …Sick gory mess Necrotic Garbage Autopsied wastes Necrotic Garbage All the floor is full of entrails smashed brains and crushed Festered rests of human flesh On Dripping organs I step ...Sick gory mess Necrotic Garbage Autopsied wastes Necrotic Garbage Vile stench of putrefaction deep inside my nose Cold leftovers of the Autopsy piled-up to dispose Underneath the rotten innards... a cataleptic corpse Those corpses weren't dissected... Let them decompose Cleaning the dissecting table Sweep the rotten shit Fucking up amputated limbs The Morgue is deadorized and clean

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Suctioning out the faecal detritus Absorbing coproemetic grumes Picking up excremental samples Bear the fetor of rectal fumes Fragments of alimentary matter Contained in the yellowish sludge Survivors of digestive process Devoured by intestinal grubs …Qualmish faecal feast Excrement, xysma and rotted offals Haemorrhage from the eroded rectal wall GRUMEEE!... GRUMEE!!... GRUMEEEE!!!... GRUME!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Slicing deep into your excoriated abdomen Slooping out guts when peritoneum is clouen Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Violently I gouge into the wrigging visceral mass Dissing up kidneys urine bladder I slash Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Corroded by urea macerated in pus Severed stomach spurting gastric juices This pungent aroma doesn't cause me disgust Stale chyme and chyme disappear in the sluice Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Removed liver genitals are emasculated Avulsed in pain your inner core is obliterated

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The purulent epitaph sulpted in neoplasm Sores of the cadaver carved without qualm Multicystic innards suppurate Putrefaction makes your stinky fate Premature facial necrosis Mortified scarfskin Carneous tumoral excrescence Putrescent necromorphism!!!!!!!!! The tongue disapears In a corrosive secretion Brain fermentation juice Cause the eyes obliteration Vomit your last fluids In a post-mortem effort But trachea is choked With pulped cancerous guts Decomposing emantions A cold bile foaming stream Extensive ulcers and chancres Putrescent necromorphism!!!!!!!!! The necrotrophic cycle has begun For this flesh pale and numb Paradise of paradites maggots'joy The carrion formations will be destroyed.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to the gore Juices digested from each pus swollen pore Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowlful of chyme Maggot-infested kidneys Are what I choose every time The smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid, vomit Your body is indurate The insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of empyaema Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten gore Is now vitrescent

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

I'm dead… I feel so... I'm shocked by horrible visions A dream? ...Delirium? I'm trying to find any reason I'm in hell I hear maggots swarm by my side What is this place? Many questions for my mind I'm trapped...in darkness underneath a pile of cadavers I cry...in silence I'm horrified by the macabre I'm in hell I feel the Icecold flesh by my side Pestilent Place Too much horror for my grave Confused... Forsaken... Awaken... In the rotting paradise

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Through the Keyhole A Bloody Scene I behold A Brutal Orgy of Gore is performed behind this door Surgeons destroy with malicious joy Dismembering fest on Splattered rests Flying organs Hacked Arms, Severed legs Drug-induced Carnage Wirness of postmortem violence Surgeons destroy with malicious joy Ripping with fun They're fucking drunk Drunk and insane They puke on the limbless torsos My eyes can't resist This Sick Forensic Horror

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Surgical dissection On nameless remains Weird tools cut asunder Exposed insides The nauseating stench In the morgue Is umbereable Icecold cadavers Spill their guts On the table Incised epigatrium Ejecting curdled fluids Extirpate the appendix As gall-bladder erupts Jisgaws amputate Their rigids limbs Drilling their wrists Putrid anatomy is clinically spoiled by pathologists Medical recipients Full of bodily slags Pieces of the corpses Rest in plastic bags

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Six feet down rot sets in Putrefactive bacteria (Grows) under the marbled skin Acid liqid liquids and enzimes are released Self maceration by stale corpse fluids Deteriorated corpse… by necrosis Rebellious mass of grubs... Decom-poser!!!! Swarming maggots-spoiling the dead Hungry insects worm-eaten brain Molten innards-fermented juices Rancid carrion-munched into pulp Sarco-blasters, larval plague Maggots buzzing into the grave Ashes to ashes, flesh to dust Cadaver's turned into a pile of grubs!!!! Deteriorated corpse... by necrosis Rebellious mass of grubs... Decom-poser!!!!

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"… No restaurant or cafe is safe from my attack I file among the cooks and chiefs From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise" Discreetly to avoid early detection The next day the news blare my psychotic feats With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended I take my urine and steaming feces Smear it and mix it within the food you eat! Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes The restauranteurs and patrons revulsed My warm shit burritos can kill... Some folks use bombs, others use guns I find my way deadlier and more exacting My bodily excrement washes your gums Later, fluids bubble from your nose Outbreaks of staph throughout this fucking town The fear is contained and profound The market's my next step, to piss in the milk No one is safe... I spread my hate around Your skin bubbles and smells Your guts burn, you squeal The bile in your throat is gastric acid Your terror will never heal! You fear to eat again I know my revenge is complete To commit such a horrible task To remember my atrocious deeds... To not forget...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I love my job as many people do because of my profession my sickest dreams came true They laughed at me because I am an alcoholic Now I hate mankind I'm totally misanthropic I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist I'll meet you when you are dead My morgue awaits for you I sniff some cocaine I'm going to cut you in two the bistoury in my hand I'm ready to dissect Alcohol inside my veins The feast starts again I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist Pathology is my life My obsession until I die I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

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