In for the Kill

Unbearable heath, waves towards tight skin Humming sounds, exploding head arteries Boiling flesh, swollen red limbs Transpiration all over Chamber of horrors welcomes Kiss the flickering flames Lay down, surrounded by light Forged in fire, burn on a plate Carbonized, shrunken pile of waste Carbonized, shrunken pile of waste Chamber of horrors welcomes Kiss the flickering flames Lay down, surrounded by light Forged in fire, burn on a plate Chamber of horrors welcomes Kiss the flickering flames Lay down, surrounded by light Forged in fire, burn on a plate At the mercy of ardor Muscles crackle and twitch Shriveled hair, dispersing scent of death Stewed in one’s own juices At the mercy of ardor Muscles crackle and twitch Shriveled hair, dispersing scent of death Stewed in one’s own juices Freshly burned homo sapiens, by own will Urinary bladder splattered Toxic fumes slowly spread Moldered remnants remain Chamber of horrors welcomes Kiss the flickering flames Lay down, surrounded by light Forged in fire, burn on a plate Chamber of horrors welcomes Kiss the flickering flames Lay down, surrounded by light Forged in fire, burn on a plate Unbearable heath, waves towards tight skin Humming sounds, exploding head arteries Boiling flesh, swollen red limbs Transpiration all over

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Insomnia Summons you Day in day out, it’s all the same Weakness building, staggering around Enumerate acts of paranoia The feeling’s warm and gloomy Loss of weight now paves dizziness Inner functions decelerate Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Provoking your psychosis Entirely destined to prowl Hear a lament, as a prelude to death Unbearable emptiness, grief for the unsaved A hideous dogma to conquer Images of insanity, presages, for the inevitable Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Summons you Motionless blank stare into nothing Horror-struck from delusive reflections Night will come and so will morning Sorrow added to the routine Demolishing shelter Last gasp for breath, will come, in time Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Summons you Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Provoking your psychosis Chronic Insomnia Restrains your rest Chronic Insomnia Summons you

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

In the shadow of a doubt Lust for dead flesh, reveals hidden Craving for a love that’s dead Heading for the sacred place, last goodbye Heading for the sacred place, last goodbye Six feet under you will lie Where maggots crawl to consume Mesmerized last ones cry Diggers start to inhume Six feet under you will lie Where maggots crawl to consume Mesmerized last ones cry Diggers start to inhume Inhume Inhume Inhume Inhume Shedding tears upon broken faces Mourning is in Abhorred, death so near Greediness drowns in fear Shedding tears upon broken faces Mourning is in Abhorred, death so near Greediness drowns in fear Inhume Inhume Inhume Inhume Still the urges to touch dead flesh Excites ones genitals Trying to banish these sick thoughts To a place of exile Lust for dead flesh dominates Lust for dead flesh dominates Lust for dead flesh dominates Lust for dead flesh dominates Shovels pave a way through muddy ground Creating the last hole you’ll ever be in Born out of a hole, rest in a hole forever The irony of life Still the urges to touch dead flesh Excites ones genitals Trying to banish these sick thoughts To a place of exile Six feet under you will lie Where maggots crawl to consume Mesmerized last ones cry Diggers start to inhume Six feet under you will lie Where maggots crawl to consume Mesmerized last ones cry Diggers start to inhume

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

We are in the middle of a biological revolution Which offers the hope or threat of transforming human reproduction Used to artificial insemination Used to eggs and embryos For later implantation Later implantation Used to artificial insemination Used to eggs and embryos Genetic engineering will bring transformation Speculating is of no use, we went too far It marks a stage of history Where scientists start to play god And design what people are to be like I hope you fuckin’ rot Fuckin’ rot

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

At the dawn of ancient time An enduring pact was signed Beast incarnated out of depraved soil To dominate rationalism of man Merciless mass of destruction stretched out Colored the earth pitch black Our humble souls were sold As time ends Man’s fate has been stigmatized RACE OF MARTYRS RACE OF MARTYRS

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Setting a nightmare in melancholic context Bittersweet, traumatized, endless agony Behold the portal to lucid insecurities Lubricating the brain full of fictive maggots Muscles tighten under supreme stress Light-headed, dry tongue, confirms this mess I want out, hear my cries I want out, can’t hide this sunken eyes Keeping up appearances can no longer be upheld Consequences taken in consideration as truth unfolds Destination nowhere Vacillating on the brink of sanity Breathe upon impending doom Totally marks clarity No ability to unwind Embrace damnation Rusted in the mind Burden of your kind End it all, end it all No more tension End it all Scourging, no more I want out, I want out, this life

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Blood soaks down the drain Controversial emotions waver Tight spine is perceptible Generosity neglected IN FOR THE KILL Numb, dumb, blind, uptight Nothing more but feelings Feelings one can overcome But always question the answers WHY? Normalize, the deed is done Another hog vanished from our earth Relief it brings Never neglect my generosity Don’t minimize the importance of my efforts Disavowal and disbelief above trust Led to your inevitable end Sliced, diced, hacked, stabbed All decompensates harm done Squashed, bashed, battered, crushed My supreme rectification Blood, gore, mush, pus Fades reasoning Quartered, slaughtered, ripped, choked Beyond recognition Sliced, diced, hacked, stabbed In for the kill Sliced, diced, hacked, stabbed In for the kill Sliced, diced, hacked, stabbed In for the kill Sliced, diced, hacked, stabbed In for the kill

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Obese female existence, awaiting in an alcove Arms and legs tied up, fear in her bright eyes Tears trickle down her cheeks, fat begins to sweat How I love to sniff up the sweet aroma of fear and Superfluous flesh Decimated content Decimated content Decimated content Decimated content I’m down for the count, can’t seem to suppress my laughter Now it’s time for the final confrontation I smile at my chubby female opponent, as I gently scrape off her cheeks Tender, in my opinion, I fulfill my works of art My shear parts her anus, liquid shit I suck and smile, as black teeth grin Throbbing I work like hungry larvae, to destroy everything in range As I cut through overwhelming residue, entrails are next Decimated content Decimated content Decimated content Decimated content Sensual excitement is perceptible when I discover a tape-worm With dramatic motion I shove this parasite down her throat Gurgling sounds appease, my auditory organs Gurgling sounds appease, my auditory organs Obese female existence lies quartered Female fat content decimated Obese female existence lies quartered Female fat content decimated Obese female existence lies quartered Female fat content decimated Obese female existence lies quartered Female fat content decimated

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Serving sentence, inflicted by incompetent authority Unconditional martyrdom traced out on a path to black depths No postponement for the excrements created by countless unreal laws Ignorant jackals propagating blunt isolationism Isolationism Serving sentence, inflicted by incompetent authority Unconditional martyrdom traced out on a path to black depths No postponement for the excrements created by countless unreal laws Ignorant jackals propagating blunt isolationism Holding cards of not worth mentioning value Nomad, you’re walking on thin ice Belching out the shortcomings pinned down by the elevated Impregnated state narrow-mindedness is rolling the dice Slide down to the origin Accept the efficient hopeless setting you’re trapped in Created by demons There’s only one way out Close your eyes forever Serving sentence, inflicted by incompetent authority Unconditional martyrdom traced out on a path to black depths No postponement for the excrements created by countless unreal laws Ignorant jackals propagating blunt isolationism

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Recall to mind, things that once were Relentless it crashes in - HATRED 24-Hours a day, it strucks the nerves - HATRED In this stage, vision is overshadowed by - HATRED Excerpts from beautiful nightmares now come to life Placed on my table you snivel, I grin Bricks crushing down on your knees, scream for me Tools of destruction never fail Pulverized knees, it’s a touching sight Forehead now hit with bricks, take care of your face bitch It’s not over, I’m equipped, my assortment is diverse Now the drill presents itself Forehead now hit with bricks, take care of your face bitch It’s not over, I’m equipped, my assortment is diverse Forehead now hit with bricks, take care of your face bitch It’s not over, I’m equipped, my assortment is diverse Drilling through the cheeks, teeth splinter Mouth now vanished Unable to speak makes me tick Screw-driver pierces your tits, again and again I was always fond of action replay

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Potent urges, to dispose something dead emerge Like to get rid of next kin, it has to be done It overwhelms you, with disgust Martyr of your entrails A conspicuous scent it reveals One can’t deny One can’t escape It’s part of life Bowel movement Feel it go down Caustic through your bowels, warm and moist Ready to be unleashed Pressure reaches, its climax Mushy and irreversible, with high velocity it goes You loathe, it but somehow, it’s almost, orgasmic One can’t deny One can’t escape It’s part of life Bowel movement Tension builds up Spurting and spouting, it reveals itself, it reveals itself Look down, face your creation Look down, you’re an architect of disposal Look down, at what you gave birth Look down, more is yet to come One can’t deny One can’t escape It’s part of life Bowel movement One can’t deny One can’t escape It’s part of life Bowel movement One can’t deny Escape Bowel movement

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

They owe nothing, To any man, They expect nothing, From any man They acquire the habit Of always considering Themselves as standing alone And they are apt To imagine That their whole destiny is in their own hands

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Fucked with paranoia Fucked with paranoia I’m fucked with paranoia I’m fucked with paranoia Impudent you followed your way For a seemingly endless time In extraordinary curves you roamed To bend or break was not an issue NOW THINGS ARE GOING TO CHANGE Fuckin’ piece of muck, I’ll make you stumble Scores will be settled, I’m ready to go to extremes Parched throat I slash as you try to scream Extinguish all your hope Dissolute, you will be derived of your lungs Essential to you, rudimentary to me Fat lot I care about you begging Slouch you hit the ground, skull is cracked Eyeballs squeezed out, nothing more as mould remains Blade hits the genitals Like a magnet it sticks Kick it in further and further Filthy point sticks out of your ass This should kill your recklessness Now who’s supreme? Never fuckin’ trespass You felt the rebound Rebound Fucked with paranoia

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

Peaceful séance, down at 7th street Dirty, smelly hippies, summoning Down in sexual trance, praying For a world of love and flowers At close range, shotguns waiting Locked and loaded, awaiting use A shot rings out, command has been given Blood orgy started Frozen with fear, paralyzed hippies Sudden death is in Bodies plump down, floor painted red Behold the beauty of modern art Stinking faggots invoking their hippie god Organs ripple in blood and piss Genitals shot off, lifeless forms wrapped around each other In an embrace of agony Blood orgy started Blood orgy started Blood orgy started Blood orgy started Biting, cracking bones as shotgun impact proceeds Twitching limbs, deflating arses Sonata to their hippie 60’s Mass death throes remain as silence returns

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

Night has set, all is silent Wind blows slowly trough the trees and grass Animal farm rests after a long day Mosquito’s and flies swarm around the stable Only one sick soul couldn’t sleep Stable-boy stalks his love, with great expectations Beautiful incandescent light shines upon the solemn mare Dumb mongol red-neck boy puts down his sweaty pants Stiff dick awaits his anal encounter Wooden stairs placed behind the animal’s rear Penis wet with spit penetrates the full grown mammals arse Moaning, groaning, mare neighs and sniffs Balls slapping on the backside Boy’s strong hands pulling the taut ass apart and pressing the ass covered with Flies, onto his huge phallus With all power Flies, onto his huge phallus With all power Unspeakable randy feeling, cock inside the mammals arse Twitching cock now explodes, spasming body Cock completely sprayed Vicious drops spilled Vicious drops spilled Night has set, all is silent Wind blows slowly through the trees and grass Animal farm rests after a long day Mosquito’s and flies swarm around the stable Only one sick soul couldn’t sleep……….

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

The moods of the moment, that hold sway, In the political arena A return to the cult of power A resurgent, inward-looking nationalism, A fashion for rhetoric rather than rationality and a retreat from morality are beginning to dominate the economic life of nations and relations between many The symbols of post-war internationals are under siege The symbols of post-war internationals are under siege Some are being pushed off stage to give greater room for institutions which the industrialized world controls A return to the cult of power A return to the cult of power There should be no illusions about the nature of seriousness of what is unfolding The symbols of post-war internationals are under siege A return to the cult of power A return to the cult of power A return to the cult of power A return to the cult of power

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025