1. AUTOMATIC FISTFUCK DEATH MACHINE

Dazed I wake in a cold steel room
Arms and legs are fixed
Mechanically gasped
Smelling rancid death
Room crusted in blood and guts

Gears grind as my legs are spread
Broken at the hips
A huge metal fist covered in blood n shit
Rised from the floor, bones exposed
Ready to be violently probed

Sudden crash, steel to flesh
Extreme spasmatic pain responses
The alpha fist rams into my guts
Arms and genitals bust, machine gun thrusts
Extruding innards, twisting my intestines
Extracting bone shards, hallowing my husk
Screams resounding by violent fist fuck pounding
Life splattered throughly, destroyed, splattered, strewn, butchered, mashed

Automatic fist fuck death machine
Holes punched clean
Smell the gangreen


2. FISTING ON PUTREFACTION

Maggots filled by placid rotten flesh
Putrified blood turning into a lovely scent
Can you taste the rotten blend
Thousand days have passed, forgotten was this flesh bag
Liver cuts just like warm butter
Decaying, digging, fisting on putrefaction

In a dark cold place, I’m feasting at a lovely pace
Eyes filled by putrid cum,
Fucking fucking fucking till all maggots drowns
A thousand holes handmade on my own
Spleen taste so obscene
Decaying, digging, fisting on putrefaction

One corpse of maybe more, there is no limits for those dirty whores
Slashed, hacked, knifed, mashed
Keep those sweet corpses filling my stash
Heavy putrid air, walls thicken by years of despair
No chance to disrupt my ecstatic ceremony
Putrid corpses filled by my cock’s fluid

Wrenched limbs splattered over the place
Yeasty stench perfuming my lair
Infested, parasitic, claustrophobic cellar
A sweet melody plays throughout my head while I chop all those rotten deads
Remaining pieces can only taste so better, my bowels screams for another putrid maggot filled hooker
Grinded rotten feast, chunks of molded meat, ecstatic thoughts begging to stay
I never thought that that my dad’s rotten cock would taste so sweet.

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