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You’ve served your purpose

As prisoners of our pleasures

Raped and abused

Beaten and bruised

You have no more use

Behold the bludgeoning which behooves you

Internal bleeding, hemorrhaging penis

Vaginas crushed into amorphousness

Evisceration and defilement

Delight in the disembowelment

Brutal end to the 120 days

Death is the ultimate orgasm

Or rather the pyromaniacal kindling

Equivalent caliber to our volcanic lusts

Jehovah is dead and so are you all

We’ll fornicate your brains out (the postmortem downfall)

Snuff theatre stage on which

To copulate, and inseminate your worthless corpses

Ocular enucleation, disquieting quietus

Denouement of disgusting circumstances

After many months

Deprecated righteousness

Bones to dust

Unrecognizable in death

With emphasis on the obscene

Je fais taire le chant du cygne!