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Creeping through the dark streets |
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enter the morgue with a hunger for meat |
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fuck the newly deceased I need the ones that been dead for ten weeks |
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Tearing and gashing a limbless torso |
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Voraciously stuffing my face with grey flesh |
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The next victim of aids this feast will be held indiscriminately |
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Moving from corpse to corpse puncturing |
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Violently, biting, chomping, gnawing on filthy meat |
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gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content. To my delight I find |
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and infant corpse without a head. |
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I begin to feel bile collect in my throat |
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this liquid filled infant is sure to please me. |
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I thrust my red knife in its half decayed chest |
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I'll begin with the heart then devour the rest. |
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Coughing up rancid pieces of meat |
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pus drip my hose I start to feel weak |
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I proceed to vomit this gut-wrenching feast |
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My insides along with the festering meat |
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A chunk of intestine lodged in my throat |
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I slice my own neck as I start to choke my stomach and vessels seep from my |
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neck |
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blood pours from my face as I approach death |
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Blood churning out of my face |
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and spilling on the floor. |
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The pain intense yet, I still hunger for more |
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As I fall dying I grab handfuls of tainted meat |
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I must gorge engorge these putrid steaming |
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mounds of flesh |
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Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease! |
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Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease! |
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Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease! |
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Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease! |
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Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease! |
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I lie dead amongst carnage |
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but this feast isn't complete |
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the vermin and maggots |
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will consume what's left of me |
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rats gnawing, bugs crawling |
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my dirty flesh is the feast |
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these insects and rats will reduce me to bones. |
