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Are we lying comfortably? |
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I hope that you fear not |
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Your stay here shall be lengthy |
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Depending on just how quickly you rot |
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Apply a quicklime mudpack |
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Hinder circulation |
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Artificially inflicted gangrene |
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Hasten the maceration |
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Rendered impeccably clean |
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Stripped to the ivory core |
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The cleansing of your fetid flesh |
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Revealing the divine gleam of bone |
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Strings of muscle tissue |
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Yanked away with ease |
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Luckily I removed your tongue |
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I'm distracted by agonized screams |
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It probably won't hurt too much |
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The sedatives will bear you through |
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The pain eventually subsides |
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When your nerve ends turn to goo |
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Bound to be gored |
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Intravenously fed |
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Destined to rot |
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Your skin to be shed |
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Trimming off loose sinew |
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Your appearance is still a mess |
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My psychopedantic maniacal glee |
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Matches your distress |
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Cleanliness is godliness |
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Unbound by rank decay |
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I admire your skeletal remains |
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As I hose your fetid carrion down the drain |
