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Mutilated, maltreated bodies

Bags filled with lumps of meat and maggots

The miserable smell of decay and coagulated blood

I slaughter women with pleasure

My life is a farce

There is no common sense in my life

I only know the craft of killing

Only therefore I live

It is a pleasure to torture you

to sever your limbs from your body alive

It is a satisfaction to bath

in your warm blood

My life is a farce

There is no common sense in my life

I only know the craft of killing

Only therefore I live

Mutilated corpse

Mutilated corpse

Mutilated corpse

Mutilated corpse

Mutilated corpse