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I was born with a birthmark of cinders |
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Debris cast from the stars and mother |
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A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters |
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Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her |
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Dub me lord abortion, the living dead |
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The bone saw on the backseat |
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On this bitter night of giving head |
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A sharp rear entry, an exit in red |
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Lump in the throat, on my come choke |
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The killing joke worn thin with breath |
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I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue |
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Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through |
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Aah! |
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Nostalgia grows |
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Now times nine or ten |
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Within this vice den called a soul |
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Dying resurrection |
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I dig deep to come again |
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The spasm of orgasm on a roll |
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I live the slow serrated rape |
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The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate |
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Victims force fed their own face |
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Tear stains upon the drape |
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I should compare them |
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To a warm summer's day |
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But to the letter, it is better |
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To lichen their names to a grave |
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Counting my years on an abacus strung |
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With labial rings and heartstrings undone |
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Dub me lord abortion, the living dead |
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The bone saw on the backseat |
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On this bitter night of giving head |
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A sharp rear entry, an exit in red |
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Lump in the throat, on my come choke |
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The killing joke worn thin with breath |
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Horrorscopes my diorama |
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A twelve part |
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Another chained I mean to harm her |
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Inside as well as out |
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A perverts gasp inside the mask |
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I'm hard, blow my house of cards |
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All turn up death, her bleeding starts |
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In brute vermilion parts |
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Now I slither through the hairline cracks |
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In sanity, best watch your back |
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Possessed with levering hell's gates wide |
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Liberating knives to cut humanity slack |
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My ambition is to slay anon |
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A sinner in the hands of a dirty god |
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Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais |
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Of light where faith leads truth astray |
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I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces |
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Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces |
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Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin |
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Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within |
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"my heart was a wardrum beat |
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By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults |
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When number thirteen fell in my lap |
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Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap |
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My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled |
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At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled |
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Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into |
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A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades |
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She went out like the light in my mind |
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Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine |
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Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks |
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Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch |
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I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously |
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But when has one been able to best separate the three? |
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I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do |
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Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through" |
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The suspect shadow sher they least |
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Expect my burning grasp to reach |
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The stranglehold, the opened arms |
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Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred |
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Rainbows that my razors wrung |
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Midst her screams and seams undone |
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Sung at the top of punctured lungs |
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I bite my spiteful tongue |
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Lest curses spat from primal lairs |
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Freeze romance where angels, bare |
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Are lost to love, blood loss, despair |
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I weep, they merely stare |
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And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare. |
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