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Slicing, stabbing, hacking, maiming

Shredding, severing, rearranging

Mincing, dicing, mutilating

Surpassing mere dreams or masturbatings

Flowers of flesh and blood

Enthralling, unruptured skin

An empty easel, appalling

Dismemberment is my expression

This weapon is my sex phallic

My every thrust gaining

An entrance to the red

Your blood, your blood

Your blood is what I need

The sight, the smell— the taste of it

Beside myself with glee

Posing your body to humiliate

Beyond recognition, my knives perforate

Den of the picquerist!

Den of the picquerist!

Den of the picquerist!

Den of the picquerist!