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Scourging the morgue with sickly malice |
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Rank antagonism brought to a head |
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Disquiet on the forensic front |
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I sense the gathering of purulent adversary flesh |
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Slashing at blistered & ulcerous limbs |
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Keeping the rancid stiffs at bay |
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The ongoing struggle against dearly departed |
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A justified frenzy of pathological rage |
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Putrefactive waste |
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I do adorn |
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A foul internecine reward |
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The gains of the battle, reeking of bile |
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To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars |
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Surgical tools aid my success over the malodorous cadavers |
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I dread Their insidious advances |
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I repulse with finesse |
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Strategical mind games with the recently dead |
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Necrobiosis prevailing |
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My ally in decomposition |
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A festering triumph accomplished by force |
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The shredded rank corpses my cowed and crushed foes |
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Putrefactive waste |
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I do adorn |
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A foul internecine reward |
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The gains of the battle, reeking of bile |
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To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars |
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Scorch the fetid waste |
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Replenish the source of flesh |
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Gather a fresh batch of rancid, rank opponents |
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Joyfully await the the next occasion |
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For the fun to start again |
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To recreate with my malodorous chums |
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This thrilling, exhilarant game |
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The gains of the battle |
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The sweet stench of bile |
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To the victor the spoils of |
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Mortuary wars |
