| Carnal perversity, faith of a morbid
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| Molested body decorated in wounds
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| Rotten cadaver, sadistic butcher
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| A macabre operation in flesh
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| Consumed in blind rage, gorge on the flesh
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| In pools of entrails, a smile on the face
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| All skin ripped off, butchered alive
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| A mouthful of flesh, a cannibal’s feast
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| Ravage torso, rancid intestines
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| A flesh barbed of all skin
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| Septic guts, swollen remains
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| They reek of rot while I eat
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| Human collection, maimed of all life
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| Slicing the flesh from the bones
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| Mangled skin, pure satisfaction
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| The butcher art divine
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| Drenched in pus, covered in blood
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| Stabbing insanely again
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| Victory’s mine, meat on the plate
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| Carving through entrails again
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| Possessed, by the taste of human flesh
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| Hungry again, a repulsive urge to slay
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| Meat obsessed, carving another slaughtered body
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| Master at my bloody art
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| Consumed in blind rage, gorge on the flesh
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| In pools of entrails, a smile on the face
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| All skin ripped off, butchered alive
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| A mouthful of flesh, a cannibal’s feast |