Magic, Pooetry

Doom Dump

With a demonic grunt, an unholy sound.
I push out thick riffs of coiling brown.
My body shakes from the shockwave.
Trembling with horror of what it has made.

Subsonic drone penetrates my bowel.
Farting harmonics that are painfully loud.
Splashes and plops tattoo a blast beat.
Making me rue that rotten meat.

The dump of doom, the dump of calamity.
Causing my legs to slowly atrophy.
The end is accompanied by angelic choirs.
And the smoke from my asshole fires.

By Guest Pooet, The Poorophet

Pure Pooetry

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