Opus of Extinction

And every five minutes I don't get it, someone’s gonna get stabbed in the ass

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026

I’m getting bored of starting at faces That grow more grotesque by the day The pile gets higher and I'm running Out of places to stack them What is there to do with a stack of Mangled putrid human bodies Consolidate the filth Maybe place them in a metal drum And add tea leaves I'll make my own kombucha with the Collection of cadavers i had once Called my neighbors Corpsucha I think i'll have you to drink No I insist Fermented with black tea and Entrails to add depth to flavor Corpsucha Brewed with more care than Disposing of bodies Corpsucha Containers of filth sit waiting for my mouth to drink Fermented humans bottled for sale I'll bring it to the farmers market To make money of these murders First i'll add some flavor Maybe guate or pineapple What these casualties like these days I don't really care we My victims are pulp Other ingest their remains while gagging These fools have no clue They are consuming their fellow humans.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Where this path has ended Where my experiments Laid the course of my being I’ve yet to comprehend A new world to explore and help remake Already strict and controlled yet lacking space to take Seems other souls in this place have but one escape To indulge in prostrate of their fellow race It follows you a look that’s craving the feeding Time to follow suit The others have chosen to rip into the church of me It hurts and yet I can’t help but feel that I’ve found peace when I drop the soap Viscous insertion through my tangled organs I breath Sharpened sensation of public elation Brings news That man's greatest treasure is trial by pleasure I laugh Laughing at my own perversion It makes me think of ways I've sinned The things I've done to others Trying to think of justification for my behavior when pleased I think It's hard for everyone to find fault in themselves So then we must look around to find it The things I've done have less to do about myself They’re more to do with others and what I must do It's time again To feed the primal urge Come gather round It’s me again Behold the freshest meat Though I never complained I've become the object of this ceremony No one new to take the urge The others have chosen to rip into the church of me It hurts and yet I can’t help but feel that I’ve found peace when I drop the soap

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

To cut or smash them There’s ways to make them suffer Many ways Choose one choice to Provide the end of their useless life Decide Quickly now I have many Tools to accomplish deeds to The means to their end To cut or smash them There’s ways to make them suffer Many ways Choose one choice to Provide the end of their useless life Decide To cut or smash them There’s ways to make them suffer Many ways Choose one choice to Provide the end of their useless life Decide Suckling fucking Cudgel In exhausting all my instruments of torture and cruelty I've seen the effects of each one They leave behind a scene of gore and trauma for the victims But my favorite is brutality by blunt force It's a beauty of simple design that has lasted through generations Its adapted past the age of simple man Because it is efficient and elegant by design The Cudgel remains atop the throne Its power and heightened connection to the act Links the scene to the emotional state I need to find A canvas for my instrument of choice Always I choose an infant Then I will club them like seals The cudgel paints of blood and guts Along with tiny bones and brain fragments It belongs to the world Be seen by the world My creation of filthy babies drawn with many other Mangled and compressed infants Using only my rage and the simplicity of design By the greatest creation of mankind The Cudgel remains atop the throne Its power heightens the connection to the act Suckling Cudgel

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Here’s the end that we all knew and we dreaded and The execution of everything living The last extinction that brought our end Heress the end that we all knew and we dreaded and The execution of everything living The last extinction that brought our end Our lifeless extinction Forgotten once again All souls taken this way had no right living again All lives inferior All lives inferior There is no survival There was NO survival Insolent servants Those luckily buried all met their end Even all the trees will bleed Our bodies are used as the soil of the foundation of this terraform That was not our choice Why did this punishment come to me, and everything that lives We should’ve been given another chance to fucking live This planet chose to kill us all, because of how we lived The opus of our extinction has been set forth Have no choice to die like this and for rebirth was not a choice for us Slowly severed! Slowly severed From our feet to our fucking skulls FUCK Burned alive No mercy Among us there was none They severed all they saw Opus of extinction Is our last staple in life

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Bring him down below No light must see what I will do Tighten the restraints My drill is ready and covered in waste He screams incoherent Eyes roll back Face goes pale and blank Cranial pulp spills out Convulsing begins The brain becomes liquid Rats being to surround the remains A new victim to is required to mame Dragging another soul below Skin peeling off the skull This time I will use a saw Extracting the victims bloody membrane Underground, disgusting, septic soup Gets into my experiments wounds Their body shudders and begin to rot Skull Cavity is now full of sewage Let the maggots eat How many more ways can one brain melt? More of the weak to butcher

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Resting there it feels like There is no peace in dystrophy Calling it what it is Belief coincides with dystrophy Bless the soul that sings in agony Clench a hole when it begs for so much more The body can only handle so much without assistance Feeding objects to a place that needs none What can it be There’s ways to get what you want using what your body already knows Look, it hides It's made inside The substance you need to ease the passing of objects into your ass Gross insertion of things With no help from outside forces It enters from behind Is it leaking No It stays there For me to play with it Forced in It slides in I thought hard that it would take lube to help slide it in I thought wrong The body helps it take in things with the creation of its own to ease the pain of sodomy Surfactant Look it hides It's made inside The substance you need to ease the passing of objects into your ass Gross insertion of things With no help from outside forces It enters from behind Is it leaking No it stays there For me to play with

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Terrestrial landings what are we witnessing all the years have passed could not imagine this thing a million years are questioning existence but what was inside was not what we’re hoping they came all hostel and came to kill their power is too crushing they’re not to be trusted they’re tearing humans apart we are losing this planet to this tyrannical alien threat There is no one to save us of this Fucken tyrannical fate “I cannot feel my fucking face because I am turning super saiyan” This beast has not seen the end of me Ripping their spleens and splitting limb from limb you should’ve never came We all witnessed one man just rip apart this fucken threat, that he walked and the other had just fucken left All ground shaking, and glass shattering was all that we fucking heard But when it was all said and done The hero failed. Now we're all fucked Now we're all fucked This planet is theirs

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Becoming ever more than just man Styled after scenes of sick Converting body parts into food Walking down a street with no suspicions to the unknown horror that lies prowling for my meat It starts calling my me towards its lair Luring me into false safe I suspect nothing up to this point A door is shut behind me The beast shows me examples of its work that don’t look like anything strange My guard remains lowered because its all food I would eat Deliciously present Mouth watering stench fills my nostrils What joy it seems to have my body take in this beautiful concoction of flesh The beast leads me into A room smeared in innards Adorned with organs and sharpened tools strung about to look more like a kitchen And vented To ward Off The Stench Pulling off my clothes without shame To examine my physique and my skin Suddenly cold and scared but curious The Beast holds my dick with a tender grasp then grabs a knife to slice I writhe and scream to express the sudden pain The beast explains to relax What comes next is to be the best part To serve me bits and pieces of myself I flail and try to run He grabs and tries to pull me back to Finish watching him at work I can’t say I’m not interested So I bear the pain and wait instead The beast moves with speed and skill Delicate slices make Art from pieces of my dick to Eat Sushi The plate set before me entices my senses Such craftsmanship makes me cry Or maybe it’s still painful From being mutilated Everybody would feel the same hunger Its foul yet completely normal My hunger overwhelms my need to escape Must eat Majestic and delicious Flavors so rich it consumes me I’ve never had something That ever looked like pieces of me Taste so good The best part of eating it was seeing meat Wrapped in my cock’s foreskin

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Echoing sounds from the sky Describe reunion of flesh and the soil Congregations of ignorance Standing in a circle A council of animals sodomized in turn by the head on their right When sense of self is fleeting The actions of that circle leads to strife The sounds do not cease The demands are laid out for all to see Light from the sky becomes a spear This weapon must feed The collections of flesh are ripe Skewered by the light Bodies litter the ground To become one with the earth again The council sees only the inside of their neighbors rectum Blind to the sea of decay They struggle to grasp this new reality Believing instead to perpetuate the outdated Discussing discussions to discuss the discussion While the piles of carnage rise higher than mountains Carrion peaks begin painting the sky Muffling the sounds that started the waste The author’s of ignorance claim the silence as progress To rejoice in grace and give thanks There’s plenty to hold high On the pedestal of those who’ve died We’ll use their entrails as streamers Iron out the skin to paint banners Feast on the shit from their rectums Parade disgrace as true victory While the council sits again with their heads in their neighbor Drawing conclusions of success from the towers of disgust from the disgusting Paint with the blood of our friends A mural of pain Corpses tossed like litter No longer people but trophies To congratulate the ones who just sat there

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026