put my phallus into your pussy Beautiful ovarys excrete liquid Which still sucks my pretty sperm So many phallus were in your pussy You get haemorrhage
Surgical dissection On nameless remains Weird tools cut asunder Exposed insides The nauseating stench In the morgue Is umbereable Icecold cadavers Spill
The festering hepatic fibrosis Swollen liver fermented day by day septic Ichor smells like liquor Vital organs in alcoholic decay ...Bile not Wine ...
Hungry and exhausted I need something to eat but I won't eat a single piece of rotting meat I drink my own urine and ingest my fetid excrements My bowels
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
Wired by the smell of death As your end is drawing near He make yo cry he make you bleed But you feel no fucking fear God won't wake you from your sleepBanished
Dysenteric recrements retrained in your bowels Disolving gastric mucose by fermenting rot Collapsing colon dilating small intestine Malodorous faecal
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
amputations - fractured bones Without qualm festered viscera I remove Kept alive for Dissection Disembowelment - I rub the intestines on your face Shredded abdomen - profuse gastric haemorrhage
... If I can't have my food I'll have her arteries Devouring in love Give me your blood My digestive sytem poisoned by sugar Glucose is the mania, internal
Necrotic plasma in cellular decay Rotting enzymes, autolysified remains Fetid pyosis oozing thru the flesh Brooding parasites, ebullition in the dead
Disintering rotting carrion Posthumous secretions flowing out Manifested Livor Mortis Autolisyfied tissues breaking down "Exhuming corpses Enshrouded
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"..Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot Displeasant, repulsive and grim Caught in the
In the night I returned to the graveyard I just wanted to make sure he was dead Prosecuted by neurotic obsessions Find an answer far beyond the cemetery
Early at mourning I go to the morgue I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse Dissecting its organs whistling as I work Beholding my carnage, I delight
Down in the Carnal Abbyss... Dying in this putrid place Pale dissected bodies rot... Minced, disemboweled and partially defleshed Dying on a mass of
Consumed cartilage, absorbed mucous membrane Internal Haemorrhage flowing from your airways Desperately you gasp - ripping vocal cords A repulsive sound
