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Make me shout out in pain |
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Bleeding piece of dead flesh |
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I don't bear your fetus inside me anymore |
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Aren't you feeling my uterine discharge? |
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Or you pretend that you don't notice |
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Clots of blood |
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Which crawl of of the livid vagina |
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As a tired chain of outcast orphans from the |
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Burned down boarding school? |
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Did you ever see the condition of total estrangement? |
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Did you know outlaws? |
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Eternal mourning, perpetual depression |
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What for did you to necropolis |
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And desecrated the chaste corpse? |
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Your sperm spurted in the void |
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Like fireworks on a Christmas night |
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Having illuminated for a second the decadence of my existence |
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Eyes were open, the seed didn't bear fruit |
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The worms eat splinters of my broken heart |
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Make me shout out in pain |
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In the endless nightmarish pollution of oblivion |
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The tears of my memory were stinking with repugnance for you |
