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Writhe in Tepid Fluids
01:43
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a mass of broken concrete
lined with jagged edges
connecting with your forehead
collapsing your skull
brain is slightly oozing
your body tumbles down
convulsing in liquids
writhe in tepid fluids
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crumple soiled trousers and force them in your mouth
place tape around your head. restrain the mucous and vomit
with sulfuric acid, cover the bruised body
watch the decaying flesh as it urns
pastey, mushy, and very slushy
bubbling yellow as they bellow
horrid, stinking, good for drinking
there's no help, so now you'll melt
in due time you'll become slime
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Borborygmi
01:25
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lots of funky music with the sound of dissolving
having fun and dancing with the gastric infusion
take a bowel movement with help from your intestines
slosh around the juices that reside in your stomach
i like thee
i love thee
i need thee
borborygmi
my bestie
my lover
my precious
one and only
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i am ungodly dry
i cannot quench my thirst
i think i need a bit of your succulent mucous now
open your mouth up wide
so i can procure a taste
dont mind the pinch, im taking saliva through
siphoning straight from the mucous membrane
that really hit the spot
my belly is engorged
my lips are wet, my tongue and my anus are nicely moist
i dont want this to end
take your spit for myself
remove your head and guzzle your snot up through
siphoning straight from the mucous membrane
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glass cases filled with hard, throbbing erections
small, flaccid penises align my walls
cold, loose vaginas sewn into a blanket
which matches nicely with my asshole socks and shawl
distasteful display of genital ornaments
mutilated breasts hanging from my ceiling
with massive holes where nipples once were
pillows and cushions made from supple buttocks
some made from him, and some from her
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6. |
Serenade of Putrescence
00:17
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hair falling out as your fingernails decay
your organs are rotting. they leak from your anus
pus covers everything
you are the god of stink
undergo putrefaction
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you make a mean supper baby
now its time to turn it up a notch
the main course will be organs
and dessert will be raw flesh
boil my spleen
it will be the best meal that you've ever eaten
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