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I want to listen as you suffer, witness your lips beg for death. |
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My desire is to revel in this torment, let your misfortune quench my thirst. |
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Restrained as I spit in your face, it disgusts me more than your insides. |
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I'm pleased to see you in pain. |
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You'll find it hard to speak with a broken jaw. |
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Whose name did you scream? |
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Scream as you are battered repeatedly, tortured beyond capability. |
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Plea to a God whom exists at your own convenience. |
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He won't respond. |
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No one shall heed your call. |
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You are subjected to my morbid imagery. |
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I envision every incision made. |
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Your open wounds shall remind you of me. |
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Whose name did you scream? |
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Beckon to me, you are defeated. |
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The irony is you've provoked these events. |
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Beg for death. |