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Foundations of Iniquity
04:03
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Here in this cesspool of mankind
This civilization of coprolite
I see our species in its truest form
A sickening, heinous leech.
Abduct, detain, leave their souls to rot.
Falling deeper into scorn.
A disconnection from reality.
I feel their presence befoul me.
Reaping wisdom through suffering.
Observe, torture, mould them unto me.
Wretched, weaklings, cast down where no eyes can see.
Murderous Divinity.
Homicidal Ideation
A perpetual state of delirium.
My body now draped in dread,
As I fuel the demons inside my head
Vision now forever stained in red,
As we find new ecstasy in bloodshed.
Breaking this mortal coil.
Through their torment I rejoice.
Born to silence every voice.
To watch them slowly rot and pray for their lives.
Foundations of iniquity.
Feed this beast that lives in me.
Anointed in immorality.
The deepest depths of human cruelty.
Spread through the ill human mind.
That which dwells within us all.
Animus.
A carving of the psyche.
A scourging of the soul.
Bow unto your newfound god of despondency.
Dragged into the abyss.
Where it dwells.
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Solitary Rot
04:04
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Parasite, writhing in self rancour.
Spat from a cursed womb.
A plague bearer infecting the flock.
Exiled into a forlorn reality.
A mind at rot within this concrete tomb.
A forgotten soul swallowed by internal gloom.
Involuntary inertia.
Contorted consciousness.
Broken down by the beast within.
Your mind is lost, dead inside and suicidal.
There is no need for fucking survival.
Lost sense of time, left dormant with the dust.
Corroded chasms of self, pangs of guilt and self disgust.
Solitary rot.
Lunacy, corroding the mind.
Seconds pass as aeons.
Harsh visions of violence bleed through you.
Sentience abolished.
Decaying victims leer over your living corpse.
The mind slowly warps.
As its carved to the core.
"Dreams of self dismemberment.
My mind could more than fathom it.
Leave me here but remnants on the floor.
To drain out all of my gore, as I yearn for this life no more.
Let me end this plague that beckons me.”
Your mind is lost, dead inside and suicidal.
There is no need for fucking survival.
Lost sense of time, left dormant with the dust.
Corroded chasms of self, pangs of guilt and self disgust.
Time ties the noose around your frail neck.
Feel it suffocating.
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Immurement.
Inhale death.
Despondent.
Exhale life.
Claustrophobic, a worthless life confined.
Scotomophobic, bloodshot eyes are rendered blind.
Pnigophobic, bereft of your final breath.
Lie down and pray for death.
A strain of conscious thought.
A burning wish to rot.
Sensory Deprivation.
Tortured Isolation.
Plunged deep into the void.
Where the sun will never rise.
No sanctuary through demise.
Embrace spirutal decay.
Observers - guide the path of lightless days.
Slow pain - living body still decays.
Each day - the ladder falls - strickening.
Through time - existence is withering.
Beaten - accepted fate of punishment.
Defaced - scar clad skin submergement.
The bitter taste of scorn will never cease to be.
Inner voices befoul me, laughing mockingly.
Living on eternally through a savage sanctity.
A sculpture of depravity, plagued with this reality.
Insects swarm neath sunken eyes, delirious through torturous reprise.
Reflecting in the dark, you see your own corpse staring back.
This reflection of a life turning into martyrdom.
Internal degradation.
Glaring at the martyr, eternal god of grief.
Transcendence through abysmal torment.
Dragged into a murky and bleak existence.
Eternal lucid nightmare.
Life below this disgusting human race.
Life below this fetid world.
Gorging upon the innards of the heavens.
Drowning in the void.
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Contorted Paradigms
03:10
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Drifting in and out of consciousness.
Transcending the bounds of space and time.
Tearing apart the fabric of reality.
A delirious state of what was once obscured.
The faintest silhouette of god.
Hanging from a noose.
His abraded neck.
Etched into your mind.
Faith befouled.
Compelled apostasy.
A life of faith in vain.
This masquerade’s final breath cut short.
Human nature in its purest form.
Hate filled filth, infinite scorn.
Revelations through ruinous retribution.
Decaying lust for life, infinite isolation.
From dead eyes, a misanthropic lens.
Parasite ridden earth, a vessel for vermin.
Exposing the deepest misanthropy within.
Entering the depths, of an aphotic mind.
An aphotic mind.
Misery personified.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Sentience, suspended from the throat.
A decaying soul lost in oblivion.
Shattered views of life.
Severed Dogmas.
Contorted Paradigms.
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An Immured Existence
05:47
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Behold my final chapter has now only just begun.
Vision tainted in gloom, days grow forever grey.
Engulfed by this sickness and left in the dark of night.
I seek new solace, not of this world that they see.
Denying this putrid vessel that distorts the very soul.
Voracious visions, of complete and utter self destruction.
Reiliquent convulsions, now left in the hands of fate.
Paralysed by perceptions, this world of constant decay.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Hollow, I commit, the final sin.
My decomposition, the finest final form of art.
To be submerged in soil, the insects all now shall feed.
Self extermination, finally leaving this petty stage.
Human termination, a craving for the taste of lead.
Cursed with perpetual monotony, this world has given all that it can.
Bound to be a catatonic catastrophe.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Hollow, I commit, the final sin.
The earth shall feast tonight, and not a single soul could save me.
As I begin this journey to the grave.
No longer to feel friction.
Breathing the air that grates at my lungs.
This broken vessel shall now bleed.
No longer to feel friction.
As progression erodes my skin.
Oh how the buzzards they will feed.
Now please appease this void in me.
I beg, I plead, to be set free.
Now please appease this void in me.
No peace until I cease to be.
Aghast, I lay, upon the seeds of my own destruction.
Soon set free from all that lurks within.
It lurks within.
Among, the moribund.
To join, the realms below.
A congregation of the cadavers.
Confined within this tomb of self revulsion.
Naught but fodder for the worms.
Let me die.
An Immured Existence.
Confined within these walls of mine.
An Immured Existence.
This virulent scourge that I call life.
An Immured Existence.
Let me die.
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Aphotic Scotland, UK
Death Metal from Scotland.
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