| Of all the beautiful deaths
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| This night was written in blood soaked perfection
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| An epitath for memory fondest
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| I bleed my vessels dry for one last glimpse
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| Of your frail callous shell
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| Your legs strewn backward your chest cavity thus exposed
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| Your innards form a bloody mess of a withered rose
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| Tendons to separate facial forms I desecrate
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| Heralding triumphant symphonies as I mutilate
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| Now overcome with every urge to masturbate
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| The sight beheld a vision to these hungry eyes
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| A feast for famine bless this macabre picturesque exposed
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| Here now in the dampened dark the bloodshed of my mark
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| Your legs strewn backward your chest cavity thus exposed
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| Your innards form a bloody mess of a withered rose
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| Tendons to separate facial forms I desecrate
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| Heralding triumphant symphonies as I mutilate
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| Gaze deep into my perfection
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| Carved from the god’s own reflections
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| Witness the birth of a visceral dream
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| My prophets transcribed from their own screams
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| For this was the first page of my Magnum Opus
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| Line after line written in blood
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| Placed upon my altar left formless
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| This book’s dead text made flesh
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| Viscera strewn outwards appendages are disposed
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| The body forms a sexual and broken pose
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| Anatomy to excavate
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| My findings I will demonstrate
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| All your hope has been stripped away
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| Seed of my loins evacuates
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| Your legs strewn backward your chest cavity thus exposed
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| Your innards form a bloody mess of a withered rose
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| Tendons to separate facial forms I desecrate
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| Heralding triumphant symphonies as I mutilate
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| You exhale your last breath
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| My shadow eclipses the warmth of your sun
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| Beyond the blackest pitch into this abyss
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| No more will this dead angel speak
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| My love she now waits in hell’s coldest keep
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| Carved in her heart removed from her breast
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| Written with bones from her hollowed chest
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| Surpass the lenghts of time
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| You are forever mine
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| Light leaves your eyes
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| Eternal your sleep
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| No matter how far always in my reach
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| Of all the beautiful deaths
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| This night was written in blood soaked perfection
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| An epitath for memories endless
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| I bleed my vessels dry for one last glimpse
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| Of your frail callous shell
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| You and I buried in hell |