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Going down to the underworld

Where the bitch fondles its pride

Nearer to the focus of pus

Just inside is the center of horror

Down to the underworld now

Meet the center of all horror

Grinning masks everywhere

Displaying the evil

The focus of pus,

every-where around

The evening show of the whore

Lacking any human feeling

Or the loudly barking guns

And flow of the hot and red sweatness

The focus of pus,

so go down and down

The focus of pus,

and the rush of depression

Death is only an abstract word

Just question of few seconds

Soon you will understand

Whats the mighty evil

Youre attacked by the flow of thoughts

Up there it is worse then here

Here you can recognize the killer

On the earth behind the face the emptiness is hidden