Colour of Gore 2.0
SINS OF THE SICKWhat a fine day to be aliveLiving your life in sorrow and syncopation.And with this knife, I thee wed my Life and death and memoryBut, this voice will not refrainIt's sustained in my mental cavityStill they keep seeping throughYet, I try to keep the monsters at bayI resist, no, they can't have controlThey ask of me to commit wrongful deedsNo, they won't have my soulMutanous breed inflictingThe pain on the sufferingCounting on the sins of the sickBodies piling numbers increasingOpen state of rancorSick device of the torturedDisgusted sight of butcheryThat contributed to miseryDistributed to miseryBlood is clottingWill not flow without self lividityBlood will followLimb and limbPile on the floorSickeningIncomprehensible goreThe disease of inhuman breedsUpon each other feedI stand amongst the companyOf multiple dead bodies
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
LAMENT SUFFERINGWhat I hate, eternally lies in meYou'd be surprised what derives from what you despiseI see myself deformingI must defeat to retain my monotonous stateSuffer, insideI sense myself conformingI must try to regain my obscurityScalpel taken to the cheek, carved off to spite my faceJagged scar covers the gross deformityBlood dripped down, skin peeled offPenetrate myself with my boring toolConsistency of butchery, unspeakableActs on the abhorred, self inflicted goreLeft his body and soul deformedI feel myslef sufferingI cannot escape this lament painSuffer, insideConsistency of butchery is killing meLament suffering.
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
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FUCK THE ROTTED MEATRotting silent within a tomb Open sores appear from what dwells withinDead by acts of incomprehensible goreSkull is now dust, putrid rank of fleshy decayMy hard cock rips through your assIn your mouth I force my spewLife liquid blow down your throatYour rancid crotch I intend to chewInnocently your body lies as you lay to restTwisted, vile urges brings your body from the crestIt intensifies my pleasures to fuck the rotted meat Contorted, stiffened bodies to fulfill my every need Enraged, I can't hold back from defiling every holeUnresisting carcass, unrelenting slashing maulVisions of brute violence, corrupt inside of meAfter fucking inanimate bodies they begin to bleedThe pile of flesh, maggots infestFestering puss, your eyes are sunken inMy decaying queen lies within a tombAs my hard cock invades her dying wombGive it once more to the body on the floorI shove my crippled hate right between her legsErect and climaxing, open womb out pours cold blood
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
BUTCHERED SOUVENIRSInnocence lostBeneath this moral decayTwisted mind hunting for gameAs the light hits the floorShadows of impaled outlined in goreMalicious thoughts, malevolent mindsBlood covers knifeNumb and desensititized as he dilapidatesCadaver sodomized, bodies on the floorOutlined with gore from this perpetual tortureDemons in his semen asHe fucks the rotted meatHe is stalling, voices callingUnconscious to the apallingStill the voices callSurrounded by a pile of butchered souvenirsEntombed, lying, watchin, dyingButchered, slaughter, laughing, inaneLapsing of the sane
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
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ENTROPYCorrosion of lucidity, erosion in the wallCollapse upon the masses who await catastropheA fucking plagueAnother contribution to your miseryYour god is dying by your vicious handsYour weapon shall regain your realityYour soul victimized by your fearkeeperYour system destroyed by your interferenceAllow me to welcome you to your sufferingAs I watch the collapse of your pathetic little worldA reprobate in retrogradeAnother contribution to your miseryBreaking down, the systems are breaking down
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
CRIPPLED MINIONSHe was conceived to rule a species Slave to their fears of schizophreniaHe was created in their own likenessPathetic pears wallow in paranoiaYou slave your fears, your blood inks the pagesCeceit through the agesReject your god, rape your daughterKilling your son, the end to allMinions descend unto pain to a timeless sufferingMillions descend unto pain to a timeless suffering, slaughteredRound up the cripples to further their deformitiesMinions- the suffering beginOf sickness- escape to darknessMillions- spirits of sickness, slaughteredUpon the gates where he procreatesThe twisted additions to his minionsThe cripples have lost their salvationFor they have fucked up and sinnedSystematically destroyed
Submitted by Pestilence — Jun 22, 2026
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