| From the flesh carved holes blood paints the ground
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| The last gasps of air the child takes screaming
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| Peace in the eyes of a mother bringing the knife down
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| The life she made, so easily she takes away
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| Tell me — tell me
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| Show me — show me
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| Teach me — teach me
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| Just how
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| Easily…
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| The murdered speak little with eyes wipde open
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| Blood pooling in motionless flesh
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| Death comes easy for those who don’t value living
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| The stench of those forgotten
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| Frozen in unimaginable form
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| Never frsh, decomposing
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| The souls wells exposed
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| Epitomite of gore and sickness, sickened mind of horror
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| The lust for death, their last breath, you want nothing more
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| Thoughts plagued with endless darkness, ghastly every one
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| The dead, the blood, the filth, your favors have been done
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| Tell me all you have seen
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| Horrors
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| Sickness
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| Gore
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| Epitomite
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| I have seen the horrors you speak of
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| I have seen the sickness it brings
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| I have seen the gore you lust for
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| For I am seven19 |