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Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus |
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Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts |
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My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot |
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I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots |
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Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot |
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Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box |
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I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines |
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Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions |
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I suck up the concoction and eat the decay |
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With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey |
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Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce |
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I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess |
