My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed of completion
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By all means you'll be alive. But not intact. I've sewn your lips to smile.
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With your own defecation on your lips I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face
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Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted.
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You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. And my license to kill.
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Anal seepage flowing. I can't repress the urge.
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Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth.
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Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I'm alive.
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She cried out helplessly again.
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I ripped her limb from fucking limb. Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth.
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I will spit right in your fucking face.
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How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist.
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You will never fuck again.
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My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside.
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Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. Byproducts of digestion soak the floor.
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I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste.
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Flowing in your jugular.
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The heart is pumping faster.
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As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice.
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The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work.
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No anesthesia applied.
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This will be everlasting.
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In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.
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Vicer Exciser
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Whitechapel |