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Die on this day. |
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Last breath to curse these skies. |
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No one to hear you. |
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I feel you struggle to survive. |
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The pulse is faintly there. |
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You're barely alive. |
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Undeniable pain with only god to blame. |
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Peel your skin back, watch your heart beat. |
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Harvest your remains. |
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Drag your body. Disassemble. |
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Choking you. Begin to tremble. |
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Coldness is setting in your limbs. |
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Dissecting you like a ****ing animal. |
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Drawing your blood, it's spurting everywhere. |
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Cutting your body. |
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Your senses fill with fear. |
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You will give up your life to me. |
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Mutilate you to make you bleed. |
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Flesh is mangled. Bodies on the floor. |
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Disassemble. Resurrect the church of gore. |
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Grotesque stench of death. Disposing of your body. |
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Your innards spill a mess. You're dead now, |
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Because of me. |