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Screaming, hissing, whirring,

Hot air licking your face

Shrieking, spitting, stirring,

80 grit to put you in your place

Blood, blood everywhere

As I increase the speed

Until there's nothing there

I'll need you to bleed

Sand grips your flesh

as it peels rips and tears

Pulling your face

into a bloody mess

Now you're unknown

I've sanded your face smooth and bare

Choking on bone

From the osteal dust in the air

Damage has been dealt

No flesh left above your neck

Time to change the belt

And sand the rest of your flesh!

You were human

Now you're pulp, rind, and shit

Grinding muscle

Sinews shoot out from under my belt!