I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded in pristine
A static web internecine
The cutting edge of a lie
Will only furrow the dreams
Solders »
My New Casket Byzantine
by Byzantine
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Multifarious carnage
Meretriciously internecine
Sublime enmangling steelbath
Of escheated atrocities
Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass »
Carnal Forge Heartwork
by Carcass
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dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered though
As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody part
The hammering of coffin »
A Song for the Dead Anatomy Is Destiny
by Exhumed
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and browned on a spit...
Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine
Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine
Gnashing, pieces »
Consuming Impulse Anatomy Is Destiny
by Exhumed
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