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Birthing a New Beginning
01:51
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A covenant signed in blood by nox so she may arrive through peasant box an edict of time has come to pass and she lay down amidst the grass her legs open show tender show ichor flows from down below born in the sick the demon awakes mother sighs her will breaks she takes her last breath embraces her inevitable death nox clambers up on weakened limbs rears her head to demonic hymns teeth bared and sunk into meat of mothers now cooling teat blood pools and baby drools sustenance gained from dead fools dripping with death nox lifts her head one deep breath an army of undead the first task set in stone find the one whose fault alone brought Nox back to the mortal world abated breath held as fates unfurled
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With a fist of thorned adorned steel and his tender flesh split to reveal an opening perfect for her steel fist violated as deep and wide as the wrist one final step to complete the quest but first a meal taken straight from the chest engorged again on tender meat taken this time from this obese man's teat his death came swift as if with an axe in the blink of an eye he was back the first general born anew prophecise that the world be slew with her new found strength she set off the next bag of flesh to fill her trough he who betrayed his wife and child lives taken short by him and defiled just so he could live a little longer even if as an abhorrent monster the rotten smell gave him away but his death a story for another day
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Around him the rotting corpses lay the hint of green increasing every day an accepted fate he feels obliged a life since spent unapologised nox opens her gaping maw to engulf one without a gnaw and so he clambers to his fate one he did create but nox she holds her cards close web spun of deceit and death embrace drained every drop of life from him and filled him again with life from within to build her the army she so desired the second general thus was acquired
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Not Giving a Fuck
01:25
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The fourth generals recruitment came to pass she spied betrothed ravaged in the ass vengeful rampage quest and mission killing just the two deemed insufficient this general took the lives of many a whirling dervish of flurry frenzy so easily turned by devilish Nox a clocks progress ticks and tocks
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Ejaculator of Flies
02:37
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Thrust of a deviant in the hallway of a pig drugs are usually needed to make him big to save kin from a fate most cruel bestiality enacted man and sow duel at climax he ejaculates flies soul removed collapses he dies nox appears to collect his soul she has plans of army control soul twisted around her finger replaced within the corpse to linger the next general joins the fray man of flesh with a heart of clay
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Whipper Snipper
00:46
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His greed knows no bounds protected by a regiment of hounds his lands grow larger daily to fit his collection of mercedes wed again this time to a minor decorated in gold leaf no finer she in platinum and ambergris Prelude to their flesh mergis his house of wives counts dozens of fives adds to his collection succumbed to abjection placed upon a pedestal built premarital riches of opulence and luxury envy of the populace
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Propane
02:00
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Nox appeared offering riches far beyond anything in his britches a larger cock is what I crave one I can take to the grave so nox bends him over to reveal his clover unbeknownst betrothed to wrath the hallway of a pig opens again a sty closes the pig moans and groans in pain the next general in file no longer craves for riches but craves to defile
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You filled my throat with bile you’re infantile ignore my voiceless guile I’ve held you back a while "I might look better if your cunt was wetter" paint me like a your sexy whore so I might pay you more fuck if you think you’re better than me I’ll be pissing in your face to wake you from your reverie I work too hard to achieve this fame to just keep it to myself I show the world my best face eager to hear the peoples’ praise in fact I feel tainted by you you are beneath me you do not serve me so get the fuck away from me
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The milk has gone off its not in the fridge I pour bourbon into my cereal bowl and piss in the sink everything has lost that haze I labour through the days no care despair won’t take a genius to see I’m not all there I see my loved ones fret they see a vacant fool one day they’ll see me face down in a cold still pool I live in filth but wait until you see my mind chaos reigns and wraps shadowed tentacles around my neck as god’s fists wriggle inside me pinching my tender skin while I choke on the pastor’s cock and remember the good old days
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Mace of Despair +1
02:02
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I could have been so much more but I became so much less so I shuffle up to the top floor without even getting dressed with my feet hanging over the wall I eat my fucking bourbon cereal and realise this is actually a high point in my life and there’s much more between me and rock bottom so I throw my bowl over the fucking edge and slip myself off the fucking ledge
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Death
02:36
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A little girl lies carved into a slab kiddie talent show gold will never grow old christmas day unwrapping gifts under the tree pale pink treasures of earthly pleasures mounted on a maypole autumn draws near fireworks and firewood dreams of good mummy cried no daddy cried stop the bindings held till it was done release or reprieve or just leave midsummer meals are tomorrow's meat dried by the sun a treat poor victims the pale horse will not come will not come for them not today not tomorrow we feast on living flesh for now justice is not the same as revenge he chambers up on the palest steed teeth and bone bared father of flies dripper of honey ejaculator of lies the mind spanned africa warlords and slaves to hunger his body a spinning maelstrom plastic debris flotsam jetsom his talk is a poem not pure or sweet but of blistered skin cracking he walks with bones click clacking
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Dust
01:24
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Black from the anguished cries of the youngest babes who's teats leak ash while mother's perish the tiller sows dust the plow breaks crust no life grows here in barren soil farmer breaks sweat yields foiled a forlorn skull is left bleached some cleft
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Wile
01:51
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Cummerbund open wide rotund and swallowed pride fuel the fetish fire father friar virgin priest hogtied for my desire break him in now full of sin from within to the brim ride in on steed of white streamers squirt steamers spray door opened by the lamb door closed by the ram hunter becomes hunted conquest a wolf dressed as a pest set his anus on fire fuel the fetish fire father friar the third horseman rides in file leaders bowels to be defiled intellectuals bent and mixed with bile generals broken and left to wile
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Whore
00:52
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*REDACTED*
Censored pending legal advice
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Foreclips
01:17
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They called it rape but they didn't know that he pushed back the crotchety cunt enjoyed every bit the sweat the tears and a wet slapping sac
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