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It will start with an invitation, and who would guess the truth? |
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Nightmare juxtaposition, I'll lead off your child and need no proof |
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Tiny hands so trusting held in utter evil's thrall |
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But the innocent is the grey man's now and I'll love her like I loved them all |
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Consume her as I did them all? |
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"First I stripped her naked. |
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How she did bite and scratch..." |
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Crying supplication and familial appeal |
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Childish retaliation cannot overcome the beast |
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You may bite the hand that eats you but you won't survive the meal |
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And I may not **** the virgin but she will become my feast |
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How sweet her little ass will taste? |
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"I choked her to death. |
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Then cut her in small pieces so I could take my meat." |
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The blood thirst overwhelms me |
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Cruciform fixation, indescribably insane |
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Deluded aberration, angels must condone these acts |
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Such brutal flagellation, God must be to blame |
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Pin cushion perversion, subvert the lightning's wrath |
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Sane, insane, matters not, regardless the grey man's dead at last |