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Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs |
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Blood thirsty, ungodly, passing on my curse |
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The spell pissing gores of those I infect |
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Become my loyal servants to ride me of my own rot |
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Whittling meat from the bones of the dead |
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Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge |
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The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after I |
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Have fucked them with my knife |
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Becoming a product of my own nightmares |
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A bleeding sac of infection, years deceased |
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I hide my slobbering skin, covered by a victims flap |
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I love to watch the blood ooze down the bodies stump |
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Like scrap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side, now revealed |
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Remembering the future is the key to unlock my past |
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Leaking membrane, consuming bodies |
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Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification |
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Spewing pus on rotted skin, I celebrate my cruelty |
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Boils begin to form, dripping on my tongue |
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Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from my lips |
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My only thirst is pus eruption of cysts |
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Incurable disfigured bodies, I rape the dying |
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Horrific sights now manifest, penetrating inner organs |
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The ruptured organs leak the fluid that I seek |
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To break the incantation of my damnation |
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Split wide open, bloated organs burst |
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Nerves uprooted, re-opening healed wounds |
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On my body, sucking on the sores |
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Ingesting my own fluids, self-parasitic puss indulgement |
