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Weakened soul it's easy to see, possession and control it |
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pleases me! No holding back, the whore is fine! I cut out |
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her crotch, for it is mine! Grasping my throat cold and |
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wretched, breathless gasp, here comes axphyxiation! The |
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grave is calling to put me to rest, corpse lie rotting, |
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maggots and flesh! No holding back, the whore is fine! I |
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cut out her crotch, for it is mine! Blasphemed despodent, |
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re-creation of Heaven! Fallin' angels ablaze, sorcerer of |
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damnation, the weak shall perish, I spit on their |
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grave... the weak shall perish, I spit on their grave, |
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pleasure in pain as bones crackin' in your mind! |
