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Suffering, my only need now is to hang |
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The rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling |
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Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine |
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I knew I would enjoy death more than life |
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My lids close tight but the light blinds my eyes |
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My body grows cold, my cock becomes erect |
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Watching over my dead shell |
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From beyond in my own hell |
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Caught between life and death |
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Even though my body's dead |
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I still feel the touch of flesh |
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Given the choice to die or live dead |
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Purgatory my damnation |
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Climaxing at the resurrection |
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Adipocere spurts from my erection |
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Manifested in my rotted body |
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Unpure spirit, dead among mortals |
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I have risen from self-murder |
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Only to rot and kill |
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To break the necks of young women |
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Their cunts my pus will fill |
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Acid burning through her crotch |
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I baptize her face with my rot |
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Then venom foams from her throat |
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On my discharge she will choke |
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Pulsation, my heart begins to beat |
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Heaving, goiters start to secrete |
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Caustic odor, steaming gruel |
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Wallow in my infected drool |
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Swollen pushing gashes |
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Start to reek |
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Puncture wounds in the back |
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Hacked up limbs, bones now crack |
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Skin fillet from your face |
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Breasts gonged out |
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I fuck with your chest |
