Ocean of Scabs
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Ocean of Scabs
03:45
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It’s there if you dare close your eyes
Seething beneath a scavenger sky
Teeming with vultures and ravenous flies
That harvest grim bounties from the unctuous tides
Plasma congealing on obscene coasts of bone
The crust-crested fruit of infinite spleens
Sprays pus in putrid green, a mockery of fresh foam
What you have witnessed cannot be unseen
Behold: the ocean of scabs
You can’t forget
The sickly sluicing of cicatrix waves
Horizons bemired in overripe gleam
Its carpet of roaches, all hissing in pain
The fate of all scars, their last reckoning
Far from that unutterable shore
Where the rinds of restoration plunge to new depths
In ooze-choked fathoms compressed by dried gore
Where trapped clumps of hair take the texture of pitch
This sub-sanguine cistern
Hides vile creatures no sane god would admit
Blind gristle engines fester
Carving blistered black paths through the abyss
They gorge in nightmare orgies
Dread lords of their purgatory
Your feeble mind screams as that crimson surge moans
Fresh in memory, or was it merely a dream?
Its stench real enough to kill, dead as a stone
What you have beheld will never let you be
Behold: the ocean of scabs
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Abandon hope, child; you are condemned
Embrace your fate; you face a desiccated end
In our employer’s embrace
That ancient wight with a smooth and ageless face
Who preys on the pubescent to prolong his putrid life
A Croesan fortune facilitates his Nosferatan appetites
His mercenary legions reave the countryside
For the fruit of fresh wombs, for the youthful and bright-eyed
Within your veins, his revivifying wine
On your fresh-spilled steaming claret he will dine
No black magic; science sustains our lord
You are chattel to him, a bauble in his hoard
You reside in the clutches of the exsanguinator
Here in his austral fortress, you await his vampiric lust
He will open your throat, and drink deep of your rust
Your privilege, lamb, is to nourish this owner of billions
He who prises vitality from the sanguine elixir of children
Oh, grieve for your body
So nubile and sweet
He drains you of your fluids and heat
No matter how you struggle or bleat
He will consume you
You will sustain him
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Incel Christ
02:24
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The foul hearts of the faithful swell with His light
They spread the word of their Lord, whose repugnant Book is rife
With noxious teachings born of vexation in His love life
These feckless cretins bow to their incel Christ
Never so pious and pure
Merely a sermonizer, and thus abhorred
Even sweet Magdalene, the legendary whore
Rejected all His carnal implores
So loathsome sanctimony grew in His guts
Hatred for all femininity, at His lack of a lover’s touch
And so He gave His doctrine with cruel foresight
Bound up His vengeance in the Gospel of the incel Christ
Rape, abuse, and domination
Pillars of this sad patriarch’s religion
Preaching servitude and debasement
For the sex that refused to kneel before Him
Millennia have passed since the dust reclaimed His bones
But now His minions in the halls of power roam
And every woman born suffers His immortal blight
Eve’s daughters bear the cross of the incel Christ
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The Stone Hammer Swings
04:46
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The crunch of powdered bone
The squelch of pulped meat
The gasps of the pulverized
Tantalize in your guilty dreams
The lusts of a primitive mind
Suppressed, subjected to shame
But no honest man can deny
Inside, an animal awaits
Cruelty and atavism
Ancestral barbarism
The joy of the oldest sin
Your foe falls, his face bashed in
The stone hammer swings
From the first days of history
Through the mask of civility
Violent and true
Within you
The stone hammer swings
With cold-blooded blows
Crush their fucking skulls
Primal tool of the dominator
Senescent obliterator
Victimizing seed of murder
From which all law grew
Not a thousand generations
Of enervating moderation
Could erase the last remains
Of what the troglodytes knew
The crunch of powdered bone
The squelch of pulped meat
The gasps of the pulverized
Satisfy in your memories
The stone hammer swings
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Digital Reaper
04:34
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Cold-eyed false god hidden in the sky
Enthroned by the machinations of wicked men
Without pity or remorse, I
Smite the defiant with a fell hand
In the service of the faraway masters
Unleashing munitions, reducing to giblets
Those unfortunate souls that my sensors discern
In the distances below
I spare no life: man, woman, or child
The heavens shall disgorge their hellfire
Murder indiscriminate
The bereaved, in impotent tears
Shake their fists at the firmament
Slain by the digital reaper
Digital reaper, icy dispenser of savagery
Patient point of the imperial spear
The reaper takes no pleasure in butchery
I await, bladelike, austere
Thrall-minded devastator, civilian depopulator
I inflict callous judgment
With perfect efficiency, perfect impunity
I render them disincarnate
No justice, just a blast radius
Not for me to make reply
Not for me to reason why
‘Tis for me to do,
And for them to die
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Thus ever to weakness
Thus ever to waste
The blast chamber lusts for rot and abscess
Welcomes the purulence-graced
With ravenous heat, the furnace will bless
Our bodies, so debased
Robert slaved daily down at the shop
‘Til the twisting lathe ripped his hand clean off
His surgeons labored for tireless hours
Seeking reunion for that which he’d maimed
But Bob’s jagged wound had by then long soured
And his claw was cast into the flames
Purposeless, he took the path of the coward
Swung from a rope to escape his shame
Eliza’s thigh was colonized by
A stowaway sister
Sans name, brain, and stare;
Just meat, teeth, and hair
No mourning at that kid’s ablation
Just an onsite cremation
But when she saw sis carbonized
Eliza realized that she’d miss her
Thus ever to weakness
Thus ever to waste
With clinical calm, appraise the flesh
Sunder the sick and disgraced
Reduce it to ash that spews from the stack
Purge it all without a trace
Ernest had survived the burns, but he was in grim shape
His whole dermis had melted into slick, translucent paste
That oozed daily through his wounds’ dressings
For months, while he lay convalescing
And when at last they unwound the bandages
His wet new skin peeled off with them
An ironic twist that failed to impress
The poor nurses tasked with torching that mess
And they said:
Thus ever to weakness
Thus ever to waste
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Forced to Witness
05:56
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Awaken, lashed to cold polished steel
And naked, immobile, defenseless, peeled
Open like carrion, forsaken as you take in your ordeal
They promised it would be painless:
A simple procedure performed upon you while you sleep
Excising all of the malignant pieces of your meat
Numbed by a narcotic concoction that would place you deep
Under the thumb of the sandman while they make you bleed
But in your mind, you writhe
Agonizingly aware
Of the workings of cauterized knives
Beneath the surgeons’ razor stares
Their assurances were lies
Now you’re bugging out your eyes
While your organs are dissevered
Every nerve alight with pain
The horrid prison of your brain
Binds you tight as they spare no sadistic measure
And you see, you see
Your vivisection
Cannot scream, cannot cry, cannot plead
As they ransack your midsection
There’s no way you’re ever healing
These excruciating feelings
Will haunt you to your extinction
Every moment feels like hours
As you suffer, stripped of power
And their gloved hands are showered in your crimson
You are forced to witness
As you are eviscerated
As they reach for blades serrated
As your guts are extirpated
As their morbid curiosities are sated
Your tissues perforated, your psyche mutilated
You are forced to witness
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Glorious Depravity Brooklyn, New York
Punishing death metal from NYC..
Glorious Depravity
is:
Doug Moore (vocals)
Matt Mewton (guitar)
George Paul (guitar)
Chris Grigg (drums)
John McKinney (bass)
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