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Virtue fell abused - My tortured childhood

The blood that stained - The wounds that remained

Adolescent hell - as my niece, I raped.

The pain received and never healed.

As I became a man - frost had fallen

My flower had withered - unto the cold and dark

Eccentric tastes seduce her - a child bearing whore

Her skin so fare - so ripe for the taking

Bound and gagged - I caress her fear

A blood soaked high - I feel so alive

Conscience is replaced - with rage and malice

Draining all my hatred through the funnel of revenge

Sentenced guilty by the law

Prison became my lonely home

Waiting in a cell for fifteen years

Planning my return

I will cleanse the world of infested whores

Patience waning

Devotion to my craft

Heralds the pride of my work

Den of perversion, lair of infliction

There's no escape from this temple of decay

His sick temptation for mutilation

Eleven corpses buried in shallow graves

Finally they let me go - I feel the darkness unfold

Reaching through my skin - to decay my blackened soul

Come be with me my sweet - I'll lay you in my garden

To be among the things that grow - and all the blood that flows

Lured in with false compassion - empty promises prevail

The stage is set and baited - a bondage master waiting

I'll decorate my crawlspace and basement with fresh graves

Of all the wretched whores forced to be my sex slaves

My favorite razor carves out a new smile

on her face from ear to ear

Drain her dry before the skin is removed

Cut away her pretty head

Her bones now litter my home

Her head kept in a bucket for later

Den of perversion, lair of infliction

There's no escape from this temple of decay

The sick temptations for mutilation

In Sowell's garden where rotting corpses lay.

Mutiny carves out the crew deep inside my mind

Personalities befriend me and then betray

As chaos collides, tragedy drowns out

What's left of my reason dementia fills the void.