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The Dismal Tide

by A Man Named Onigumo

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No amount of weed Can take me away From these visions Of destruction that do plague my brain All i see is insanity enthralling all humanity In a wave of dismay No one will survive Viscera expelled into this dismal tide Expand through the streets Acid burns through concrete The cleansing water feasts Upon the inhabitants that dwelled underneath Unable to escape as the undertow Pulls the living down below Spreading faster Some will see it before they’re swallowed But all will perish and hell will follow Circumference covered All living humans routed underground Telekinetically absorbed Slaves now And forever For purpose unknown Burrowing through the mantle Forced to construct monuments to oppressor’s unseen A daunting symbol of a world unclean
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Evidence of extraterrestrials throughout history: Hidden Only the elite subspecies of human hybrids Controlling production of goods, land, and society Can contact these beings Through portals found inside the mind No physical movement needed Plans of human demise Continue life in disguise Dreams of salvation from the lies Humanities pain only excites They rip the human children from their parents Open orphanages for the children whose parents are locked up by the hybrids themselves Feed on the sacred fluid Only drops The rest is sent below Unseen beings The system was in place long before the hybrids time Extract. Keep the livestock intact. Human farmers
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Humanities dying gasp Feed on their cries Funneled through Like fish in a tube Oppressors plans unknown until now Forgotten chasm dwellers Long lost missing link Psychically endowed No more use for the last of the humans Drained cattle Empty eyes and fatigued Squeeze the last drops out of their bodies Total debridement of all tissue Glands scraped Bones pulverized Life diminished to nothing Art, sound, and history lost forever A clean slate for our psychic ancestors to rise again After the tide dries Murky swamp of decay Such potential
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Obsessive thoughts All lead to incidents Remain unseen Just for the time being… Stalked across the grassy fertile ground beneath our feet My noctambulist breathes heavy As i control him from where none can see Follow the prey Her pale white face must remain the same Footsteps and broken limbs will show the way Thoughts of her luscious corpse demands this pace My demands will be met with haste I can see her through these eyes The ties that bind me to this body are intrinsic Strangled with one hand as i pull out the knife i equipped his body with prior to this meeting of skin and blade Stab her in the gut Keep it above her cunt Slice up her guts Oh fuck i stabbed her cunt… I dont give a fuck I fuck any hole i want I gotta get her back before a motherfucker gets a hunch God damn… that shit felt good (like always) Her body gleams and sings to me as she is carried forward Some blood is lost but we are careful not to lose her viscera Excitement explodes as we burst through the door She is all mine I lock my gimp up for next time
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Murder Digital and physical Chop up two more bodies And then dip it all in chemicals A sentinel Guarding me at all times Watching all you bitches Until one gets out of line As i construct My monstrous abomination 52 more bodies And im sure to feel elation Too bad it dont respond to insemenation Id fuck it like a hoe then sacrifice the seed to satan Dont let me hit the bottles when i come up in the room Smokin that dro, mind like a monsoon Eloquently killin bitches on an ounce of shroom And i dont give a fuck cuz my vibes too loose Intimidating castrating Your bitch is ripe for the taking Smoke all the kush yea we baking Swervin deep 6 in the lincoln yuh Im on the border of boredom I need a thick bitch to torture And if she run in the mornin She’ll get needles in her corneas Then she get killed and get forna’d Now that bitch smell like an onion She gone get thrown in the storm drain And to me it aint no thing You talk shit my gun go bang Make it look like kurt cobain Then i dip out find some strange You know im crazy insane Choke a bitch with my bling Slice her up yea im deranged Old as the earth this exchange You cannot stop the game

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released June 6, 2022

Guitars Improvised, Drums Programmed, and All Vocals performed by Andrew Smith
Artwork created by Andrew Smith
Logo by Miguel Galindo

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One Man Slamming Brutal Death Metal project from Springfield, MO.

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