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    A tale of the deranged, this savage brutal being
    A shocking way of life living on human offspring
    Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face, expressionless
    Horrid dismemberment

    One person's torture is another’s pleasure
    Malformation, a diseased brain

    Unsuspecting, slowly dying, as his knife invades the child
    Screams of pain, no one hears, blood splotches now appear
    Ecstasy through each cut, now the body twitches
    The gutted little torso ready to be cooked

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    Isolated in his own mind
    The need to kill now possesses his body
    Self-mutilated

    Between killings, ejaculation, cut off appendages of former victims
    Sexual violence satisfaction
    Disembodied corpses, spewing gore on his body, soaked with their fluids
    Various digestive parts and assorted meat

    Plunging his fist down the throat
    Ripping out the guts, internal extraction

    The entire body bleeding, the heart stops pumping
    The child lying dead, just another gutted infant
    To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
    Voracious appetite

    Killing to release pure souls to the heavens
    Justification of his killing, self-torture, stiffening pain
    He sees the faces of the dead, guts are strewn from the children
    Splintered bones poke through skin, gratification through castration
    Roasting parts for consumption

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    Composición: Chris Barnes

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