| Driven to psychosis, compelled to maim and mutilate
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| Erect a compound to contain my victims
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| Caged to be killed, final destination fertiliser
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| Malice the catalyst, I commence to strike humanity
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| Picking off people at random to fulfil my need
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| To chop up their flesh, discard the remnants gruesomely
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| Worthless are human beings, their one and only redeeming quality
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| Is the nutrition in their rotting body decomposition
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| Heaping the hacked with intent to ferment, soaking the ground
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| To make them fertile once more, death yields life
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| I’m going crazy, brazen are my actions, abducting people publicly
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| Engulfed by malice with reckless abandon, keeping captive, the compost to be Keeping them cooped up, waste them then place them in open air mass graves
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| Chosen at random I crudely segment them, placed at the chopping block
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| I am drenched with each blow, heap the hacked with intent to ferment
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| The dead on display, allowing my captives a preview of their fate
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| Within weeks they will ripen, mulch ready to be processed
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| Chunks fed to the wood chipper, liquified remains enrich the soil
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| My captives I ensure they stay, removing knee caps, fingers and toes
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| Nailing them to walls, suspended till I shall call upon them
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| First hack across the mouth, taking off the cranium
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| Twelve more hacks across the neck and chest, then the truncated torso is broken
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| down
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| Thrown in the pit to ferment among the liquid flesh, like pieces of shit in shallow graves
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| Crunching of bone beneath blunt instruments, as fragments blast outward from
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| ruptured skin
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| Captives spectate, the next to be killed too weak to plead, with bloodlust I dismantle bodies in minutes
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| I kill people with no regard for the law, giving no thoughts towards being
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| caught
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| Without remorse I intend to continue killing
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| Taking no care to conceal my identity, I head into town to abduct more people
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| To meet the need for visceral mutilation
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| Indifferent to potential consequences, hoarding humans for my harvest
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| Indulging in dismemberment to satisfy the need
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| Retching while rejoicing at the sight of slaughtered human rotting
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| Tissue fermenting in piles of stagnate compost mulch
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| Masticated the human race
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| Mangled human flesh compost my victims, kill to sustain my life
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| Mangled human flesh compost my victims, eager to take your life
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| Mangled human flesh compost my victims, so much hate for your kind
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| Mangled human flesh compost my victims, feasting upon the weak
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| Mangled human flesh compost my victims, butchered with no mercy
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| Masticate |