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My monument is progressing. |
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Bereft is thy deed of completion |
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By all means you'll be alive. |
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But not intact. |
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I've sewn your lips to smile. |
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With your own defecation on your lips |
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I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face |
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Abnormally disfigured designs. |
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You observe the genesis of my abattoir. |
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Reality accepted. |
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You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. |
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And my license to kill. |
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Anal seepage flowing. |
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I can't repress the urge. |
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Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth. |
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Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. |
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I love these tools at my disposal. |
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I'm alive. |
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She cried out helplessly again. |
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I ripped her limb from fucking limb. |
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Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth. |
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I will spit right in your fucking face. |
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How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist. |
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You will never fuck again. |
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My scalpel gleams. |
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My attention cast aside. |
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Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. |
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Byproducts of digestion soak the floor. |
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I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste. |
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Flowing in your jugular. |
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The heart is pumping faster. |
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As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice. |
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The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work. |
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No anesthesia applied. |
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This will be everlasting. |
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In the name of anatomy |
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I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine. |
