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Bludgeoned face. |
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Licking my fingers of decrepit funk |
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My dear your face is so blank. |
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Where did you get those feelings. |
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Please don't leave help me live. |
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Can't control myself. |
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Dilated eyes. |
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Pale white skin. |
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I'm laughing in your face. |
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Your skin entrenches me. |
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Now you're fucking dead |
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I can't be certain your remains will be insured. |
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Beyond the grave is longer than you think |
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I saw the first slut mangled in front of me |
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Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task |
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It wasn't long before |
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I found myself indulging. |
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Against my will |
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I please myself once more |
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Breathe. Fucking breathe. |
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I swear you'll reap. |
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While I sew your cunt. |
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And now you rot... |
