| Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs
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| Blood thirsty
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| Ungodly
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| Passing on my curse, the spell pussing gores
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| Of those I infect become my loyal servants
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| To ride me of my own rot
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| Whittling meat from the bones of the dead
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| Pulverizing pelvic regions with a sledge
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| The mutilated bodies I leave rotting after I
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| Have fucked them with my knife
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| Becoming a product of my own nigtmares
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| A bleeding sac of infection, years deceased
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| I hide my slobbering skin
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| Covered by a victims flap
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| I love to watch the blood ooz down the bodies stump
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| Like scap, a vulgar way of life, my hideous side
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| Now revealed
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| Remembering the future is the key to unlock my past
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| Leaking membrane, consuming bodies
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| Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification
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| Spewing pus on rotted skin I celebrate my
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| Cruelty, boils begin to form, dripping on my tongue
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| Swallowing throbbing glands, the juice leaks from |