I could tell you tales of morbid visions, thoughts from which I hide
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The fear within this shell that I call my soul reflects the darkness
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This pit of agony into which
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I have been cast by those who do not see the pain
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Draining down you inner thigh, what you knew as sex
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Nails I drive deep into the vagina, ceasing the piercing screams
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What was once your cunt is now my throbbing toy
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I drive the hammer deeper to block the pain from my mind
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This bloody whore who I once told I loved
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Has become a pile of mangled flesh swarming with insect
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As I dissect her unborn fetus I hear her whisper one last cry
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Begging her false prophet for forgiveness,
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I rape her in the name of Jesus Christ
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I feel no shame for this disgrace, this atrocity
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Her very existence being an abomination to humanity
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There are so many like her waiting to be dead
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My insanity is my creativity while clearing out my mind
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These things that I have done are purged from memory
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But those which linger turn my vision black
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I wish I could turn my hatred on myself, I want to die
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But there is a dark force which seems to hold me back
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Pleading with her god to make my torment stop
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Hearing my own cries, I drive myself deep
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Hoping she lives through my climax so she can choke
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On the steaming slop which I spurt all over her face
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That whore must die
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I want this vision of torment to live forever in my mind
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To stifle the agony that tears ravenously at my soul
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Her death will secure my piece of mind for now
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But soon another cunt will die for Satan
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Whore Cunt Die
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