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Lord of the Maggots

Waffle Sock

Waffle Sock

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He's at it again
Hell's Betrayed denizen
Basement full of flayed citizens
Smells of Decayed venison
Black tongued, nefarious
Carcass-fucking hobbyist
The Groggiest quasi zombie
It's quite obvious
On top of this, he wields a scythe and a scourge
And emerges to purge virgins
Impale the blade in their pussies
And rips it apart like an absurd surgeon
Warm crimson splatters
It doesn't matter
He licks the menses
Of each defenseless mistress He gathers
He eats dead fish and defleshed catamites for breakfast
Pulverizes their bones and wears it in a pendant on his necklace
Plummets in a pool of vomit at the summit
Then recaps the needle hub
Rummage for a corpse to scalp
To pay homage to Beelzebub
Lethal tubs of acid melts the skins of theologians flaccid
F-ggot priests are fed to the beasts underneath the mattress
Havok wreaks where you thought you could find peace
The Lord of the Maggots speaks
Of the disconnection of where the skull and spine meets.
Greets you with the same devious grin
Of the previous men
Who grievously sin
In the name of this AMORAL God
You agree to defend
Travel across the oceans to kill for your human leaders
Disregard and Discard the impoverished and the lepers
Give him a reason to violate and eviscerate
To Cauterize your daughter's hymen on a dinner plate
Slated to expedite the annihilation of humanity
He broods misanthropy and
Lurks in dark fantasy
Feed him the wickedness
Hate him
You make me sick
Blissful wrath to appease the demented sorcerer
Dragging a black cape
Walking slowly through the foggy corridor
CAN YOU SEE HIM?
EYES BLACKENED FROM THE ASHES
BLACK NAILED FINGERS GRIPPING AN APPARATUS
A VIAL OF ELIXIR EMITTING SMOKE.
BYSTANDERS CHOKE, CONVULSE, AND CROAK.
Co-conspirators of the fall of Mankind hide in their offices behind their titles
It's idle for the Lord is viciously homicidal
No escape
NO MERCY___
KILL EM ALL O' Lord
 
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In the all caps

It is "vial", noun
Not "vile", adjective

But the rhyming structure and theme on this= A+, heavenly, will read again.
 
Of course :)

I would give more feedback

But iPhone keyboard sucks !!!! Will jump on desktop later
 
Waffle Sock said:
He's at it again
Hell's Betrayed denizen
Basement full of flayed citizens
Smells of Decayed venison
Black tongued, nefarious
Carcass-fucking hobbyist
The Groggiest quasi zombie
It's quite obvious
On top of this, he wields a scythe and a scourge
And emerges to purge virgins
Impale the blade in their pussies
And rips it apart like an absurd surgeon
Warm crimson splatters
It doesn't matter
He licks the menses
Of each defenseless mistress He gathers
He eats dead fish and defleshed catamites for breakfast
Pulverizes their bones and wears it in a pendant on his necklace
Plummets in a pool of vomit at the summit
Then recaps the needle hub
Rummage for a corpse to scalp
To pay homage to Beelzebub
Lethal tubs of acid melts the skins of theologians flaccid
F-ggot priests are fed to the beasts underneath the mattress
Havok wreaks where you thought you could find peace
The Lord of the Maggots speaks
Of the disconnection of where the skull and spine meets.
Greets you with the same devious grin
Of the previous men
Who grievously sin
In the name of this AMORAL God
You agree to defend
Travel across the oceans to kill for your human leaders
Disregard and Discard the impoverished and the lepers
Give him a reason to violate and eviscerate
To Cauterize your daughter's hymen on a dinner plate
Slated to expedite the annihilation of humanity
He broods misanthropy and
Lurks in dark fantasy
Feed him the wickedness
Hate him
You make me sick
Blissful wrath to appease the demented sorcerer
Dragging a black cape
Walking slowly through the foggy corridor
CAN YOU SEE HIM?
EYES BLACKENED FROM THE ASHES
BLACK NAILED FINGERS GRIPPING AN APPARATUS
A VIAL OF ELIXIR EMITTING SMOKE.
BYSTANDERS CHOKE, CONVULSE, AND CROAK.
Co-conspirators of the fall of Mankind hide in their offices behind their titles
It's idle for the Lord is viciously homicidal
No escape
NO MERCY___
KILL EM ALL O' Lord
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the bolded parts + "you make me sick"; especially this last line, speak very loudly to me

very well done

by the end I have a great and vivid mental visualization of the plot structure and the main character

keep up this great work buddy
 
Thanks. Ya the "you make me sick" line was my favorite. I completely changed the perspective of the poem with that one line, then switched right back. It was as if I (the reader) felt the energy of the Lord of the Maggots character, and expressed it vicariously.

Ya i tried to illustriously describe the the character so the reader could have a mental image. I had This character's imG in mind for inspiration of the physical description:
Quan_Chi_Wallpaper_.jpg
 
This is sick af, I like it :D

Favourite part, I think this builds up speed really well:

Travel across the oceans to kill for your human leaders
Disregard and Discard the impoverished and the lepers
Give him a reason to violate and eviscerate
To Cauterize your daughter's hymen on a dinner plate
Slated to expedite the annihilation of humanity
He broods misanthropy and
Lurks in dark fantasy
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I have seen cannibal corpse live

i must fuck her work infested cunt!!!!

They put on a good show
 
'i cum blood' is just a masterpiece
i also like to write it on public toilet doors
 
keeping said:
'i cum blood' is just a masterpiece
i also like to write it on public toilet doors
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i would put inside out paper grocery bags masking taped over my textbooks in high school

and I would write song lyrics like THIS on them

Swollen with liquid
Ready to burst
A load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body's thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I pissed in her maggot filled asshole
Fucking the rotting, my semen is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity
The smell was unbearable, as I unburied her
I cum blood from my erection
I feel it run
Down her throat, swallow
Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus
I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
A delicate girl
To mutilate, fuck and kill
Her body exceptional
She thought I was normal
But I wanted more
I came blood inside of her
Choking on the clot
Gagging on the snot
Gushing blood, from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
 
Captain.Heroin said:
i would put inside out paper grocery bags masking taped over my textbooks in high school

and I would write song lyrics like THIS on them
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lmao, that's a particular kind of humour i just love. my favourite part of that song is
'Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus'

it starts near poetic and ends post-vomitus. a perfect dichotomy, which often thrash and black metal lyrics are. i mean, fuck, some of cradle of filth's lyrics are amazing! take for instance 'Her Ghost in the Fog', amazing concept, beautifully written piece with some seriously complex vocabulary, iambic, and rhythmic structures; can't understand a fucking word of it. love it.

i sometimes write poems on stick notes and leave them in library books around london.
 
I wish the maggot lord would materialize
I wistfully decline my continuation
No finesse, in silence
Withholding nothing for no one, no reason
 
⬆Gorgeous)
The Lord of the Maggots sifts thru the filth
Swims thru the gunk of fungicide
Convulses from the ecstasy of homicide
Numbed by the Violations of the pederast
Drenched in menses
Desperate to keep the people and the churches separate
"911 this is an emergency, Can I talk to God?"
-O You don't need nothing at all from me
 
Yet another failed abortion for a feral mistress
Misused Unsterile instruments
Never herald invictus
Fictitious demigods wearing human skin
Are spared the disparity of being exhumed again
And consumed by the Doomed men who loom in shadows of the Pit
Roast your daughter on a spit
Finger her asshole, eat her womb and shit
Summon the demonic platonic
Lord of The Maggots
With tonics of caustic acid to melt skin flaccid
Plastic masks conceal the faces of a death sentence
True meanings of pain
Left a permanent Menacing grimace
Sufficient barbiturates to flush the veins -missed stick-
Now Crimson stains & clog blood clotted drains
Expose the fangs and growl like a vampiric lunatic
Psychopathic, schizophrenic
In unison with a werewolf
When the moon is lit .
Fall backwards into a bloodbath and vanish
 
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