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Cold, bound, half dead |
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Vision fades swiftly |
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Breathing is labored |
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My latest victim squeals to me |
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Ten victims this month alone, a new thrill I must search for |
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Complacent in my rituals, stab and hack ad infinitum |
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Still alive but fading quickly, I quiver with anticipation |
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Its clear what I must do now |
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Permeate, penetrate, violate with vermin |
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A stiff dead rat lies at her feet, a misogynistic tool of my madness |
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Caustic methods to fill my needs, this rotting rodent is just what it calls for |
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I bind her legs, her struggle futile, the ligature grates, the tension rises |
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I force it in, no subtle action, the sinew tears to my satisfaction |
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She suffers as I revel |
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The rats spread filth inside my soul |
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She bleeds like a stuck pig |
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I thrust it as I climax |
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They suffer from my lunacy |
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The insane urge that forces me |
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They suffer from my lunacy |
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Their violent end will come to be |
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Her beating heart begins to fade |
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The insides ravaged, torn and maimed |
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I quiver still from ardent bliss |
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A new found thrill I can't resist |
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They suffer from my lunacy |
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The insane force that purges me |
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They suffer from my lunacy |
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Their violent end will come to be |
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It seems there's life left in her |
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A chance to further my pleasure |
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I grab the filthy dead rodent |
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And force it in her gaping mouth |
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I ram my stiffness inside her |
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She can't believe it's not over |
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I choke her, dead as I finish |
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We both expire rhythmically |
