| Through my travels, I have pledged to tell of my
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| Infatuation with the disturbed
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| The traces left behind… Still cower upon my conscience…
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| Flucuations bringing change, this hell on Earth…
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| It is a bed of procrustes
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| The means are left behind, to the one who is dormant…
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| He is the placeby which has transfixed me
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| Like a cyst it grows and swells…
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| Bloating to a new confusion
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| Your anguish is revealed to me… As you become…
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| Gudgeon, provoked by this culmination of callings
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| The goatish fiend, spills cowardly puss…
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| In consined perdition, we are overtaken…
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| By stygian darkness
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| What is not known afflicts the inerted mind…
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| Reflect upon this… Swine
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| As you feel me chew on your remaining bowels…
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| Your mentality is lost… As is the water on your brain…
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| Like a sudden change… In the course of events
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| You must except your end… As you envision
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| I venerate the pleasures of eviscerating
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| It is a higher art… Of immutable beauty
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| As though the oceans boiled and the lands burned…
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| Malincony, the winds resound a mourning
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| Your fearless one… Violated of his life…
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| -His blood sprayed far during his mutilation
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| The habitat is now a shit-ridden landslide…
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| All the screams become an echoing chant
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| As though we sanctify… Gorging in spiteful cleansing
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| The incense cannot cover up
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| The rotting bodies piled below |