This impure noisy slaughter was extracted from violent disembowelment, without anesthesia to alleviate the pain, nor a vaccine to protect you from the sordid contagion imminent in the pure community hatred presented here by Disfigured Human Mind and with the due propagation caused by the humanitarian rancor of the cursed Plague that intends to sink you deeper and deeper into these deep infectious abysses of social intolerance caused by the minimalist chaos of Absurd...
Do you still think you are prepared to be beaten to death by these three forms of social torture by hammer? Quite honestly, we don't think so, and that's why we decided to add a nail and a cap to this damned isolation manifesto to confine all those who think they know how to listen to or even make the fucked up noise of darkness, but in reality that's not quite the case, because we know well the deficiencies in the anatomy of human nature where you end up trying to be just a miserable photocopy of what you see and hear, so the cap serves to be nailed with the nail in the skull of all those who dare to say that this is music or who are stupid enough to say that this is good...
Go fill yourself with flies and lick dicks for your world full of hypocritical shit theories and colorful fantasies, because no one called you here or told you to come open the trapdoors of chaos and death in this black and white underworld where only the absolute permanent void of darkness prevails and where no one was, is or will be welcome, much less invited, so stay where you are mixed up. with this human scum like you because here nothing and no one has missed your insignificant existence...
Here there is no need for nihilistic mixtures or tolerance for social gatherings called concerts or festivals that nowadays seem more like porcelain gothic doll contests where only those puppets armed as bad misanthropes with their immature maturity full of precocious egos come and appear, but who only serve to applaud and try to attract attention with their miserable attitudes filled with ridiculous conversations without content where one learns absolutely nothing about the true meaning that defines nihilistic beings nor the purest misanthropic creatures in constant and permanent social minimalism, our realities only exist when we put them into practice with our own attitudes and not with what we write or go around saying or sharing on social networks just to say what others say or want to hear...
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