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You'll never know what |
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I've done. |
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There's no witnesses. |
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Nothing can touch me here, it's my church. |
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Women and children they are my playthings, worship their dead bodies, this is my church. |
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Incision begins below the second rib. |
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The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within. |
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Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick, and my dick gets so hard, it's in pain. |
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You become my fucktoy when the lights go out. |
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With scalpel in hand |
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I take your insides out. |
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If you could only see the things that |
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I've done... |
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If you were alive you might think this' fun. |
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Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood. |
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I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps. |
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Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror, my madness has just begun... |
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Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air. |
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My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold. |
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Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth, runs down her fucking neck. |
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Can't explain my elation as |
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I fuck this piece of meat.. |
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I think of her family and the kid |
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I'll never meet. |
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Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor, and |
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I come inside my |
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Morguewhore. |
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You become my fucktoy when the lights go out. |
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With scalpel in hand, |
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I'll take your insides out. |
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If you could only see the things that |
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I've done, if you were alive you might think this' fun. |
