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Return to live after a cerebral dead

With terrible desire of devour fresh human flesh

I elaborated my master plan and all happen with brutality

Get into a shop and murdered all the people inside

I proceed to cut the bodies with the butcher machine

Lukewarm blood wets the place and my voracious hunger

I satisfied with a succulent soap of crude blood and grinding

Intestines

Waiting for the night and put in practice my cannibal butcher

Instinct

I decorate with intestines and decapitated head my dinning room

The ambient in perfect state of rottenness the sweet smell for my

Morbid delight

Devourer the flesh, devourer the flesh, devourer the flesh

I prepare my tablespoon and my knife for savor my exquisite

Menu

An open skull with brain crème, a body opened from the sternum

Until the pubic cavity

Leaving visible the exquisite puree of dead organs specialty of my

Palate

In a jar my preterit drink, a cocktail of fresh amniotic liquid

How desert a slice of fetus decorated with his vitreous eyes of my

Delicious corpses

Satisfied I look on my freezer the members hanging for my

Succulent breakfast of the next days.