| Enter the count
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| In all his grimoire testimony
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| Generations of genocide
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| Severed sex glands to his delight
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| Meatuses litter the ground
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| Every step-hundreds of genitals
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| Placed here for the kingdom of sodomy
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| Fanfare of depraved in despair
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| Blinding stench of carnage
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| Dismembered, discarded
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| Kill?
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| Hate?
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| Decreate
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| In the perineum and out the mouth
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| Quartered by wooden spikes
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| Absence of genitalia
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| Hidden by disgorged abdomen
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| Entrails spill upon the land and then
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| Swept aside to my delight
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| Enter the tyrant
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| With all his carnal necrophelia
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| Generations of genocide
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| Severed sex glands to his delight
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| Meatuses under your feet
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| Placed here for the kingdom of sodomy
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| A cornucopia of throbbing gutshed
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| The sand is blood red
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| And stained with disease
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| Every appendage is pinned and held high
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| A testament to humanity
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| Cannot you just die?
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| Everything you know
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| Everything you love
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| Must be destroyed
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| You die annihilated
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| Islets and divided sectors
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| For every body part
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| Standing in fields of disease
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| Praying on bended knees
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| That you might survive
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| As you’ve lost your arms
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| As they’ve tossed your legs
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| The hounds now eat the carnage
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| A fleshy turf now thrives
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| You’ve died of your wounds
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| Earthen visceral womb
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| Geography-a tomb
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| Enter the christian
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| So blind in your demise
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| Impossible to run
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| With spikes through your thighs
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| Meatuses litter the street
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| Placed here for the kingdom of sodomy |