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Something dormant inside of me |
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An evil awakened, soon to be free |
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A murderous vision of what's to be |
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Axe against the torso, gushing murderous, infectious, homicide |
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Thirst for the blood spray, spilling, coloring the walls red |
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Dead in seconds, mutilate extremities, chop off the head |
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To fornicate the lifeless object until I feel release |
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The bloodlust, snares a horde of victims |
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Many fall before me |
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A bloodbath ensues as I stab wildly |
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Indiscriminate flesh is hacked to pieces |
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Bodies are ravaged and torn to shreds |
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Bloodthirsty beast stands before the dead |
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Sexual lust turns my vision red |
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Blunt objects forced to smash open heads |
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Torture drives me |
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Guts draped upon me |
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The suffering delights me |
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I write in the agony |
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Gallons of blood, spilled on the floor |
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I rub my cock as I lick up the floor |
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Dead victims lie, a wonderful sight |
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Killed them for pleasure my own sick delight |
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Headless and butchered, torn limb from limb |
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Hunger takes over I disgorge wet skin |
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Ravaged and murdered, lifeless and cold |
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Now I will choke on my own death |
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Dead, I will take my |
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Life, the last act of |
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Mine, I'll carve my face into nothing |
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Dead, I will take my |
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Life, the last act of |
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Mine, my veins will spray til I'm no more |
