with a hose
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no one will ever find you
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The smell of your carrion hangs low in the street
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weeks of returning to relax in the meat
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Butchery/morgue meets day-spa retreat
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The smell of the carnage
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begin the excretement
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Choice picked tidbits of ligaments
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I mix for an afternoon sludge soup
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constantly craving, needing to eat shit
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No escape from this place
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life condemned to rot
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pulpy ulcerous filaments
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gagged snot and clots
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Constipation Camp
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| Cattle Decapitation |
