| In bitterness and repugnance
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| I’ve passed the point of no return…
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| Reborn in infamy
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| Feeding my new found lust
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| Vigor increases with
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| Each stab I execute
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| No signs of sympathy
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| Compassion for their screams
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| As I sever their heads
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| Joy returns to my life…
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| Drilling holes into skulls of the living
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| Corrosive substance injected cerebrally
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| Privileged to witness unknown mysteries
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| Victims awake in a state zombified
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| Inhaling the odours of composted flesh
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| Halfway dissolved in acid, hands and genitals mummified
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| Experimenting with forms of persecution
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| Identifying the source of my excitement
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| Frustration and discontent, a stony path
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| Suddenly — the answer’s clear
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| My deeds — shall now be seen
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| Spewing — back at them publicly
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| The mental torture they have induced to me
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| My vision of bliss becoming reality
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| As I walk through the crowd
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| One fierce impulse takes control
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| Chopping into this terrified mass of flesh
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| (How many will I be able to take with me?)
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| Fetus punctured
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| Trough the womb
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| Decollated
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| Sputtering stumps painting the streets
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| Vigor stays
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| Undiminished
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| As I butcher
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| Dozens more
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| Suddenly blackness surrounds
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| My demise I have calculated, expected, desired |