The Graveyard is Alive  - Heavy Death 2

KINGS OF BASS

So many ways for them to die 
The options are limitless 
with a knife i push my luck 
no place to retreat
So many zombies but i don't give a fuck 
They come at me one by one 
Look to the skies as you take your last breath 
No more ammo for this gun 
This knife will do i feel so crazy it's class 
Rock and roll 
Rotting flesh and haggard attire 
Throw the bodies on the fire 
The smell increases my desire
One gets close i smoke the stinking fucker
Grenades in hand, shotgun loaded

The fog has lifted
The sun comes up 
I grin I sin I win 
OH Baby!!!

I ain't ready to die 
I start a body count 
But i'm no good with sums 
I shoot their fuckin' legs off 
And watch them crawl 
I blow their fuckin' head's off and watch them fall




The graveyard is alive - Zombie Homicide:Re-murder

pull a stinking fat stump with a kettle burn on her stomach, 4 teeth and a bacci looking goatie.....1 boss eye and 1 fucking gammy eye with puss leaking out of it, making her harder surfaced than granite cheeks all fucking crusty and septic. Take her in the kebab house lane boyo and ram a brick up her dawsons creek til she squirts piss all over the graffiti'd 'Hakin boys' wall,. Then grab a rusty can and start thrusting it in her arsehole, til the 4 days of fermented cum that's been stuck up there, starts seeping out and looks like what can only be described as a custard slice seeping out of a squashed doughnut ring. Fucking have a go of her boy Or you can shag her mate who likes to be fingered so hard up the arse, she spews shit all the time then licks it up with her fucking stupid bastard tongue that looks like a fried pigs cock. With her fucking tit on her right shoulder and the other tit, a gangrene growth in the centre of the worlds ugliest fucking hunchback - Shaun P.

Made of shit - Bastard tongue

The Graveyard Is Alive - Many Zombies

On our horizons there is nothing but contempt and we are left here chewing on the flesh of hope, with no remorse for our dying dreams.
There is no pride in the word human, it is not spoken, it crawls off of my tongue.

DOOM

I'm the fucking sky, engorge the mountain from the peak to the depths,
the ocean and deeper. I crack the crust, I breathe the mantel, I crave the crater. Is the aim to reach the core?
down
enamel splinters across granite chunks
fossilised leviathans that forced gods to their knees
I surpass the first thought
I pierce the womb, the utero of oil
infinite surge of uncontrollable pressure

The cloak is slipping down, my ventricles are hammering my swarming blood.
Auriferous seraphim; there locks twisting around my pulsing clutch.

A turgid dirt landslide breaches my disfiguring jaw, in gargling fits of gastric dredging, a semi-lucid collapse of my cerebral engine. My skin is torn to ribbons by slithers of quartz.

The residue of the big bang coats my arms as I descend downwards, clawing forth.


Wolf-Lung

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