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Pieces of body, rotten corpses

human waste, smell of death

it’s not created by my mind

I can see with my own eyes

warm, red and tasty blood

flows out from the cut

on the throat by my knife

welcome to the blood feast

Watching through the eyes of victim

down on my knees on her body

I can feel the fear from her breath

while he blood flows on my hand

Thrust the blade into her flesh

undress your soul from the shell

there is no need to cry

remains the only time to die