| I stand absorbing the pleading of life in front of me
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| As darkness rises my body fulfills
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| My natural needs my purest of deeds
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| Carving my way through her face
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| My beautiful victim, drained of emotion
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| Come to receive, dead eyes staring at me
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| Empirical destiny-again i succeed
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| Exoneration manifesto
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| I access her guts cover my self in blood
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| The sound of the knife, piercing flesh, piercing skin
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| Bow to receive lit the killing begin
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| Call, from the grave forever in damnation
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| Last victim’s blood drips from the blade
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| Exoneration manifesto
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| The smell, the sight, the calmness of the kill
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| It drips from my chin, my creation makes you ill
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| Tears of agony, taste so good to me
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| The reaper i was called, finding ways to bury all
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| Manifesto written in blood, carved in eternity
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| Screaming for mercy
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| It all comes down to selfdestruction
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| Forever in damnation, calling from the grave
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| Exoneration manifesto |