Post by Freyjå on Jul 31, 2005 8:44:04 GMT -5
KABOOM!
The world has ended
A barren sphere of death.
Incinerated corpses litter the surface,
Dust clouds look in the sky
The chances of survival are six billion to one.
Everyone should be dead.
Yet one person remains…
The force of the blast has mutilated his body,
His face has burnt off,
An oozing red mess in its place.
One leg is destroyed beyond recognition
Forcing him to crawl on his hands.
Could this man save humankind?
The smell of flesh entrances him.
He crawls over to a rotting carcass,
Excited by the sight and scent.
His penis protrudes in front of him
In all its ten inch glory.
He gently prods the fleshy cavities
Before mounting the decomposing corpse.
A filthy act of necrophilia…
One thrust, two thrusts, three…
The head of the corpse falls off.
He continues to pump furiously
Making roars of intense pleasure.
Climax starts to near,
Pumping faster and faster.
Semen spills from his penis,
Pleasure overpowers his body
His yelps of satisfaction fill the silence.
He dismounts slowly,
Enjoying the soft grip of flesh.
But what has happened?
His penis is inflamed and sore.
The inflammation starts to spread,
Soon it has reached his head.
A necrophilia-transmitted-disease;
Thrush mutated through radiation
Slowly disintegrating his skin.
Flesh starts to crumble away,
His innards slowly falling apart.
He is dead.
All life is gone.
Congratulations, Humanity.
The world has ended
A barren sphere of death.
Incinerated corpses litter the surface,
Dust clouds look in the sky
The chances of survival are six billion to one.
Everyone should be dead.
Yet one person remains…
The force of the blast has mutilated his body,
His face has burnt off,
An oozing red mess in its place.
One leg is destroyed beyond recognition
Forcing him to crawl on his hands.
Could this man save humankind?
The smell of flesh entrances him.
He crawls over to a rotting carcass,
Excited by the sight and scent.
His penis protrudes in front of him
In all its ten inch glory.
He gently prods the fleshy cavities
Before mounting the decomposing corpse.
A filthy act of necrophilia…
One thrust, two thrusts, three…
The head of the corpse falls off.
He continues to pump furiously
Making roars of intense pleasure.
Climax starts to near,
Pumping faster and faster.
Semen spills from his penis,
Pleasure overpowers his body
His yelps of satisfaction fill the silence.
He dismounts slowly,
Enjoying the soft grip of flesh.
But what has happened?
His penis is inflamed and sore.
The inflammation starts to spread,
Soon it has reached his head.
A necrophilia-transmitted-disease;
Thrush mutated through radiation
Slowly disintegrating his skin.
Flesh starts to crumble away,
His innards slowly falling apart.
He is dead.
All life is gone.
Congratulations, Humanity.
