ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ & & AzarCS & LeadingTTTV
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ & WUNNALEVEN & WC-DRS & AzarCS
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ & G15 Official
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ
ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ & WC-DRS & WUNNALEVEN & KUZGUN
This a poem written from the view point of one of the most mechanical, premeditated killers ever to have lived.
It’s written in the first person to resemble that of a manifesto. The repetition of the “-al” rhyme scheme adds to the sinister bureaucracy of this man’s murders.
The voices I hear are unanimous
All I feel towards humans is animus
I’m doing hell a favor, I’m magnanimous
Blood splattered on the granite laminates
I’ve reached the zenith of methodical
My mind is a science, so anatomical
I don’t leave anything, not a hair-follicle
Yes… direct dissection is plausibly probable
The solution for these bloodcurdling screams is solvable
It’s like I’m a demon possessing myself, wickedly auto logical
The way I have these lifeless limbs arranged is optimal
Tiny intricacies, interest me, so delicately chronological
I’m laughing… because to me it’s comical
The way they lay lifeless in the hospital
I have discussions with voices, I’m so theological
The way I murder them is almost irresponsible
There’s nothing I love more than watching them stumbling on obstacles
It’s like some kind of optical… neurological… paradoxical…
Oh, sorry I forgot my thought again, I was thinking about liquefying an ossicle
I love chemicals, especially the volatile topical Molotov cocktail damaging the domical
Region, preaching this like a sadistic nihilistic mystic, the deceitful deacon, so doctrinal
I wonder if these fingers are easily soluble, I wonder if this shirt is machine washable
I have a plastic bag chained to a mattress containing the abdominal
Region, it’s seeming like I’m interested in my own dissections, I’m pedagogical
The sounds these organs make is almost like a language, it’s phonological
The way my blade compresses the skin is surreal, it’s almost mythological
My human experiments blandly regarding dermatological
Discoveries, have been chronicled in a popular periodical
They’re elated, unmitigated, they called me biologically diabolical
They said I have some sort of complications, rather psychological
My voices told me I'm more than just a pathological
Methodological, murderous cur, they said I’m unstoppable
They are right; stopping now is, rather… illogical
I’m the prodigal, canonical, physiological, unsolvable
Puzzle of psychological twists and turns, demented to the aleph-null
Vile Vocalizations was written by ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ.