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Returned Through Bile
04:37
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I pull up to the cemetery as I crush my morning beer
Late and hungover, feeling like street trash for my uncle's funeral
I see my family glaring at me gathered around his casket
My stomach churning, head spinning, I stumble over to view his stinking corpse
I puke into my uncle's grave
My bile seeps into his brain
I stand in horror as I learn
My vomit caused him to return
I fall back over what I've done, this desecration through my fluids
As my family shout at me in disgust, embarrassment and disbelief
But as I wipe the chunks from my lips I see his pale hand grasp the frame
And watch in sick delight as my uncle lives once again
Through spew rotten eyes
He glares at us all
Skin waxen and sloughing off
Coated in what was once my brunch
With a moan my uncle pivots
And lurches toward my cowering niece and nephew
Cries of pain and fear break the cemetery silence
As my uncle begins his ravenous meat filled feast
I puked into my uncle's grave
My bile seeped into his brain
I stand in joy as I now see
Him vomit up our ancestry
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Wormthrall
04:35
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My crouching figure peering through the night
Watching the lamplights but hidden from their glare
Each subject chosen by the worms command
Kicking and screaming I drag them to my lair
I collect them by its demand
Dissecting bodies to understand
I confine them to mutilate
Merging species to create
To my root cellar is where they always go
Each of them shackled, muffled and prostrate
Grabbing the scalpel their pleas go unheard
For down in the wet earth is where I must operate
Invoking the worm
It needs, it wants, it craves
Servant to the worm
To fuse, to make, to form
Merging with the worm
I slice, I break, I gouge
Torture for the worm
We live to raise the anthro-annelid
Invoking the worm
Slicing the flesh I vivisect my bounty
It's in my brain, it tells me where to cut
Remove the viscera, expose their inner selves
The cavity carved out I pour the worms into their guts
I collect them by its demand
Dissecting bodies to understand
I deform them to satiate
The human worm hybrid is what I must create
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The Organ Grinder
05:14
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When the music started, all the children woke
From dreams of amusement parks reeking of the dead
Into the darkness they each wandered forth
Drawn to the flashing glow and warbling organ grinder
Out by the old burned mill they found the carnival
A dazzling exhibition built upon the ash and ruins
And standing underneath that pulsing entranceway
The gaunt and waving body of an otherworldly carnie
Welcome all, said the organ grinder
Please take a ticket and come, step inside
Don’t be afraid, said the organ grinder
This festival was made for you all
When they entered, all the children ran
To explore this strange and magical ghostly fair
Spinning cups, bumper cars and rocking pirate ships
Laughing clowns on carousels, pendulums and Ferris wheels
But in the center a towering roller coaster
The metal behemoth flickering with light
In fear they stared at its drops and twists and turns
It’s blood red track wending through the starless night
Beware you all, said the organ grinder
This ride’s certainly not for the weak
Come take a seat and ride the Organ Grinder
For this festival runs for you all
Hold on to your guts
In fright they all careened through the air
Their cart jerking wildly on its track
Incessant spiraling, torqueing madness
Accelerating on their tortuous path
Their blood began to pool as they corkscrewed
Flailing limbs undulated with each drop
Guts collide with bone as they’re ground
To a pulp
When the ride was over, all the townsfolk woke
From nightmares of amusement parks imprisoning their kids
Into the darkness they each ran in a panic
Drawn to the dying screams and laughing organ grinder
In awe and fear they found the spectral carnival
A bloodied exhibition strewn in bone and ichor
And smiling in the midst of that appalling carnage
The demonic figure of the undead carnie
Welcome all, said the organ grinder
I’ve been expecting each of you to come
Your kids are mine now, said the organ grinder
For this festival was made for them all
See my rides, said the organ grinder
Built from the wails and flesh of all who dare to visit
Mind the mess, said the organ grinder
For my festival feeds and was made from them all
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Pukewraith Toronto, Ontario
Vomitous Toronto Death Metal from B. Dean (Gutvoid, Fumes)
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