You're not emoting:
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one of us will have to dig deeper;
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These are my cheek nails:
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Penetration, though unclean,
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can make you bleed
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in so many interesting ways;
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I rend your flesh and caress your fears
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as you weep
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Human tragedy...
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Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic
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Let this dirt define your grave
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Midmortemtorment,
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ornament of dandling flesh;
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Why do you vomit?
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You should have seen the last one I did:
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I chewed it to a paste and spit it out
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when I was done, yet the gummy taste
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of anus still smothers my tongue
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Girth control, to me, is considered an art;
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Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart;
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my maleficence is as deep aas it can get:
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I derive enjoyment from cruel torture
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and messy death
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I tear your legs from their sockets
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to ease my pilfering of your pockets
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Better for you if you'd been born headless
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Blame your mother you weren't born headless
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Now that it's over, you'll be remembered,
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but not missed, swathed in cerements
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to keep in the precious cold
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I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire;
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the earth soaks up my brain...
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I see myself as I've been
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I see myself
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Born Headless
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Cryptopsy |