| Under the flesh
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| Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed
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| Their coldness induces me endless defilement
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| Re-occurring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself
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| Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation
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| A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied
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| Moldering, gorging on the rotted flesh
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| Cutting off the body’s head drinking from its severed necks
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| As I rip the corpse in half
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| Human shit for nourishment
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| Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying
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| As their bowels let loose defecation flows down
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| My throat excremental ingestment
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| Reflections of things to come, mirrored in the dead
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| One’s eyes my fantasy of murder
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| Incarnated open wounds gushing
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| Blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched
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| No one cares of their dead appalling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies
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| The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood
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| Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat
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| I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash
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| Her body used for my sick desires
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| The blood thirst I can’t control
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| Many more must suffer
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| Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel
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| The gore enrages me
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| All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart
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| Liver quivering at my feet
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| Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment
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| Cutting through arteries nerves exposed
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| Feel the power of pain |