| Broken and dishevelled resortingt to desperate measures
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| Cataonic and determined seeking out human treasures
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| A vicoius predator in the daed of night
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| Hunting the backstreet alleys out of site
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| Selecting victims that woldn´t be missed
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| Collecting spare parts to be ticked off the ist
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| Selecting the donors wasn´t heard
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| Dissection had been got down to an art
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| Mourning her loss had acquired a collection
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| Of spare parts for her resurrection
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| The last resorts of a broken man
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| Desperate with a psychotic plan
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| No will to lifve a solitary life
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| Craving the company of his rotten wife
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| Livers, bladders, kidneys and hearts
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| Extracted and fitted like spare car parts
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| Rejecting all but the perfect bits
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| Healthy and fruitful, not battered or split
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| A discardded pile amongst pus and slime
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| Swollen with papules and oozing grime
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| A human laboratory vile and depraved
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| Saving his love from a premature grave
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| Selecting the donors wasn´t heard
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| Dissection had been got down to an art
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| Mourning her loss had acquired a collection
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| Of spare parts for her resurrection
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| The last resorts of a broken man
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| Desperate with a psychotic plan
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| No will to lifve a solitary life
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| Craving the company of his rotten wife
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| Too picky about the style and shape
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| Or if the coilour would be to her taste
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| An exquisite corpse bloated out of shape
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| Putrefying fast, poisonous gasses escape
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| A perfectionist spending too long trying to gather
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| The perfect parts for her fragile cadaver
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| No chance of bringing her lifeless form back
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| An unrecognisable soul, swollen and black |