Friends. How many of us have them?

[satanic goatslayer]

Whodini.

Did they know the wisdom in their words, or were they simply stumbling on a step of knowledge not yet versed until then?

Friends
They will fuck you over
And steal your goods
Until you find them
Then stab them in the necks
Drag them to a gravel pit
Work them over
With pitchforks and spears
Screams and screeches

They might think you're straight up
Til you bring out the dry ice
Ice their bodies up
Til they're numb
Crack their skulls with a crowbar
Pry their chests open with a knife

Feast on their innards
Chew on their heart
Piss on their corpses
Their remains rot in the light

Friends
Don't mean nothing
Schemes
Run deeper than meaning
A buck to the skull
Finds them deep in the ground

 

[satanic goatslayer]

To carry me through

Gimme your spleen boys
And for free your soul
Now drift away
You fucking inbred cunts
Lucky your corpses didn't end up in a ditch
Rotting
And pus dripping from the wounds
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know
I believe in your death
Heathen
Fucks

 

[BigBazooka]

Happy Valentine's day, SG

 

[Frackal]

I have a friend.
I smell some poo.
I don't know who,
Smells like poo.
Is it my friend?
Or is it you?

-A Frackal Original©

 

[satanic goatslayer]

Thank you Bazooka.

Frackal, that poem made me smile. The smile of a man who just realized he was dying of cancer.

Look man!
Come down here!

What you want?

One nigger, one peckerwood, one queer!

So I can stab them all

Lynch the cracker
Beat the blackie
Stab the faggot

At the bar!

 

[naturally anabolic]

SG, i used to have friends, i almost still do if you count the fact pieces of them are buried throughout my yard....will you be my friend?

 

[vixenbabe]

I have a friend by the name of Goat,
He loves to throw people off of my boat.

The Goat's got wit and charm,
That's cuz he wants to do you some harm.

Don't ever think of calling him Billy,
He'll knock you out for being so silly.

If you see my friend on a dark path,
Be prepared for his wrath.

 

[MommaKin]

How many of us have friends?
My question is do I really want friends?
Yes, I do...but, only a few......

 

[Trance]

Ode To The Satanic Goatslayer on valentine's Day

While some prefer the scent of flowers
or chocolate's sweet allure
Satanic Goatslayer spreads the love
by throwing sheep manure.

No roses does this tortured soul
leave at his sweetheart's gate
but pickled spleen with severed ear
upon a paper plate.

While some may find him crass and crude
and fear him like no other -
I know the secret of this dude.
He's really my grandmother.

Happy Valentine's Day

 

[casavant]

Ode To The Satanic Goatslayer on valentine's Day

While some prefer the scent of flowers
or chocolate's sweet allure
Satanic Goatslayer spreads the love
by throwing sheep manure.

No roses does this tortured soul
leave at his sweetheart's gate
but pickled spleen with severed ear
upon a paper plate.

While some may find him crass and crude
and fear him like no other -
I know the secret of this dude.
He's really my grandmother.

Happy Valentine's Day

Good one. That was quick, too.