The Nihilistic Death Feasting of the Damned

Behold, the products Nihilistic Death Hell Satans' unique methods of creation!

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Attention all ye who listen the noisness exasperating!
Look to the mountains where blades are truncating!
It’s Satan’s unholy vegetables!

Behold, it is fruit not! Shoots, roots, stems, and leaves
And the great sorrowful Tree of Life grieves!
As the legions of evil steal the fruit of its soul!

Awesome powers of heinous apocalypse awake!
And rob the mountain fruit of their vegetative power!
But the mountain fruit are still able to kill
With their not-as-powerful (but powerful nonetheless) fruitative power!

FRUITATIVE POWER!
FINAL HOUR!
DEMONS COWER!
YOU WILL BE DEVOURED!

The great maw of the void opens wide on the world
And the world is crushed in the masticating maw of the universe!

UNIVERSE! Destruction, rebirth!
End of this verse!

With this second verse begins a reign of terror, by the void -
The void!
Don’t be annoyed!
You’ll be destroyed!
(But painfully, and for a long time!) Slow and painful death!

Death death – the end comes for the fruit
And for YOU TOO! So doooon’t mess around!
Your soul’s corpse will not be found!

Not even your ghost’s soul will lie on the floor of a dank basement
And it will be a mystery to everyone as to where it is!

Empty ghosts float about the abyss
Accompanied and flanked by unnecessary
DEATH HELL VEGETABLES!

The vegetables wreak insanity upon your twisted demented soul-corpse psyche!
The vegetables of Satan will be the fall of your stupid Little WORLD!
Worlds orbiting around the void find their selves crushed by the void’s pull!
THE VOID’S PULL! STEAL YOUR SOUL!
ENDLESS INSANITY! CRUSH YOUR HUMANITY!

Crush! Crush! CRUSH! INSANITY! Insanity! Insanity!
And there is naught but black!

Black emptiness… as in death’s embrace
And Death’s emptiness is really, really, really black.
And the Grim Reaper harvests the vegetation of all souls!
Reaping the harvests… our fields… no more.

Because he had to go out to lunch! LUNCH! EVIL LUNCH!
The sun – your light – dies.
And so must your vegetation – and your lunch – and your lives – and your world!

Forever … the Lunching! … devours!