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Voices in my head told me to do it this way |
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My work with this was rough |
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So f*cking ugly and this meat were tougher than thought |
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Arms and legs removed with saw |
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Prostheses and bones, the saw began to get dull |
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Head are smashed off with a maul |
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Cranium bolied to separate |
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The skin from bone |
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Trophy from the newly dead |
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On display |
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Torso extracted and semen ejected with pride |
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Discarding the limbs keeping the torso |
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This will be kept untill maggots flourish |
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Putrid reek of decomposing flesh |
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Fingers, caress, molest, the f*cking torso |
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Discarding the limbs keeping the torso |
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This will be kept untill maggots flourish |
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Putrid reek of decomposing flesh |
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Inhale the scent of death |
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But now |
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I need something new |
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f*ck it |
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Only bones are left |
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Come here |
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Little twat |
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Be my f*cking torso toy |
