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I wish I can have you here alone in my clutches |
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To remove the excuses from your mind |
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To part that haze and slice your soul in pieces |
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To sing you a lullaby as |
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I tie you to the slab |
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To shave your head with a dulling razor |
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As you watch the splattered mirror above you |
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To break your ribs individually with a rock hammer |
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To shatter your shin bones with a shovel |
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To burn your fingers and toes |
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To a necrotic black flickering nitrogen |
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To crack your teeth with a splintered club |
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To pierce with your limbs with a nail gun |
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To silence your cry, to let them in your eyes |
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To sharpen my favorite slicing device |
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And take your arms at the elbow |
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To keep you alive for a few moments longer |
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To smell your fear |
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To cover your body with kisses and kerosene |
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To watch you burn as my human sacrifice |
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To hear you scream in agony |
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The popping of your flesh cracking as it cooks |
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To feel your child smile, the one you betrayed |
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The one you took for nothing, for selfishness |
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In a perfect world |
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I would get my wish |
