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Facing your final day

hoping for painless death

there will be no such thing

fixed on the table

i begin to operate

starting with the saw

adrenaline

flowing as i mutilate

i will take my time with you

temporarily released and pressed against the wall of nails

welcome to my arsenal

spike through neck

pain immense

much was bled

drilling through the sockets of what once were eyes

body parts to random pieces by the axe

many lacerations made with sharpened chainsaw

you will not survive much longer

screams are heard but well ignored

your life is held with no regard

every tool is utilized

your intestines shoveled out

genitals are set aflame

pain will be your last sensation

i kept this place a slaughterhouse

for those who dare to trespass

each and every one become

experiments for testing

none have survived my trials of death

the pain far too great

for humans to fathom

after the carnage is fully complete

i learn what to do with the next one in line

every implement of torture

blessed with pure efficiency

to prolong the suffering

final blow involves a crowbar

straight into your bleeding heart

signs of life no longer present

noting the evidence

endless streaks of blood and gore

fragments of former you

trophy for my display

flesh and bones are rearranged

next to the one before

all my victims die the same

their lives transformed into remains

decorating my domain

the grand arsenal of gore