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Deathgazer
02:37
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Your goddesses are made of flesh.
Neither ethereal nor beautiful.
Sprayed with paranoia their virginal faces.
Murders that end sexual.
At the bottom of the limbo that one sows on oneself.
Menstrual clots birthing around my tongue.
It's not the nectar. Regurgitated nectar for...
The twisted vermin of tomorrow.
Then, my mockery.
The reason for looking at you with superiority.
Your goddesses are made of flesh.
This gaze their deaths.
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Euthanasia
02:51
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Say goodbye to your previous traumas. The worst is...
The worst is yet to come. Continue in this vegetative state.
Guillotining your dignity. As deep as urine penetrating the dirt.
The system you defended no longer gives you the right to be a person.
Exhibited in this vomitory carved in stone. The last wasteland.
Carnage. Every person who has given you a minimal show of affection...
Standing like statues, laughing in your face. Guillotining...
Treachery. Carnage. You are the target. Reduced to a shadow.
Exhibited in this vomitory carved in stone.
Begging for euthanasia.
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Abominature
03:17
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Assimilating each pyramidal descent. Injected in affliction.
Germinated seeds of Dantesque evil in the pariah of the herd.
Each membrane on the verge of breaking within itself.
Once again, living by and for the night sun.
Melodies produced by severed arteries. Silent jaws.
Climbing to the least coveted of this madness. In the air...
Suspended in an air that no one can fill their lungs with anymore.
Receiving treatment as an impurity on the dermis. Resulting...
Resulting, like paper...
Wrapping up feces.
Venturing down the drain.
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Torturer
01:47
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Enough cheering, ovations. Welcome the creature.
Which is bastard, imperfect. As pure as perish.
Every living thing on the blacklist. Torturer.
Contempt, rejection, hatred.
All tattooed in the white of those eyes.
Ink that falls but doesn't spill, tortures. Butchery.
Keeping you alive until the last breath, that face...
Engraving that face on your retina. Ode to the torturer.
Ode to... Ode to collective castration. Ode to judgment...
The moment. The torturer. Passing out in agony.
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Homage
01:33
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Irrational tribute. A pathetic homage that isn't wanted.
Nothing could be more tasteless than your admiration.
Idolize on your knees... Believing you are something.
With a transparent psyche... Unworthy. Incapable.
Only the exterior will serve what lurks. Giver.
Your flesh, your blood. Leaked fluids between the teeth.
Offer up your skin armor. Sacrifice what made you human.
What made you human. To make way for him.
Nor constancy. Nor devotion. Be devoured. Giver.
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Grvesomesque
03:54
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Revulsion. The edge ov all pustules, thy perditio.
Compulsions. Gaping and engulfed, blood. Drops of sorrow.
Going through the jaw from below with the bodkin...
I see the tip from the mouth. Pummeled. Gutted.
Fibers and veins emanating suffering as well as exteriorized flesh.
Deviscerated. You slip inside yourself, looking for a way...
Out in death. Kerosene and emasculation.
Shredded, protruding tendons.
Excruciating sensations. Chunks...
Ov an autopsied anatomy.
Covered in demise. Covered in demise.
Bathed in pestilent, disembowelled plea.
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Aetherial
03:17
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Rigor mortis. Prosthetic past. Underestimating common sense.
Shipwrecking. The lapdog of promiscuity and ruin.
Dreamlike premonitions squeeze every cloud from the infernal sky.
Cannibalism after death. Dressing bodies... Dressing...
Bodies that belonged to hallowed ground. Everything is lost.
You have already lost absolutely everything. You are only a silhouette.
When life can't think of what else to do to continue descending.
Tearing the wings off moths so they never come back to light.
Passing through life forms that never belonged to this place.
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Zaebos
02:54
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Torturing yourself. Without drinking from reality.
Rubbed and twisted between lies. Falsehood.
You know that even if you attack me from behind...
You will never step on the same axis as me. Suffering worm.
So superior to you in every angle, life and dimension.
No matter how high you climb, you will always be in my shadow.
I'll desecrate. I'll always desecrate every fiber of your being.
Stay hidden where you can no longer humble yourself.
While wasting oxygen. Be a nomad away from my presence.
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Eclosion
02:43
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My mind vanishes from the body that corresponds to it.
Unintentionally, uncontrolled masturbation gets in the way.
Lacerating my cock at every angle, possessed by vice.
Prey of paraphilias... Victim without fullness. Let me go.
Let me go. Eclosion, bursting like an insect. Despair.
Bad on all levels. Doors open at all... Hells.
All existing hells. Let me go. Eclosion.
Making the masses mine.
Psychosexual, threatening everything with a detached and grotesque aura. Potential predator. Scandals.
Eclosion in the streets.
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Roadkill
05:14
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The origin of the flame in the match.
An intentional forest fire.
On fire, burning, consumed.
The smoke makes its way through the branches.
Toxicity and destruction where before there was beauty.
Massive. Massive wasteland in a green that no longer exists.
The origin of the flame.
Killing the vitality of everything I find.
Leafy landscapes now melted.
Ripping life straight from the roots.
Vegetation sacrificed for a...
For a fleeting morbidity. Black the abyss...
Where the land was rich. Roadkill.
An innocent animal rotting on the sidewalk.
The origin of the flame. All that I can destroy.
They die on my way. Like a roadkill.
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Fourteen Dying Attempts Spain
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