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Hi, Mom.

Today, I started violating graves

Looking for women's bodies

Corpus that look as you were,

I take them home.

I use the bones to make lamps and furniture

I remove their skin and use the bones to make lamps.

Our house is a mess, but your room is spotless

As you loved it, while you were alive

At night, I wander around cemeteries.

with religious memories of my mother.

My psyche was lost in childhood.

And I gave myself over to madness as an excuse.

I do everything the way you taught me

However, my head is funereal and sick.

Our house is a mess, but your room is spotless

As you loved it, while you were alive

At night, I wander around cemeteries.

with religious memories of my mother.

My psyche was lost in childhood.

And I gave myself over to madness as an excuse.

In the last few days I've killed two women

One of them is hanging by her feet from the ceiling

and the other woman's head is in the fridge

Neither has any skin or bones, they're pure,

I've cut every piece to perfection

Are you proud, Mom?

Bring me to life with insanity in a bath of blood

I confessed I ever wanted be a woman

But My soul hide my fetiches

I am just a saint murder,a God without face

Looking around to escape to all abuses since my childhood.

Our house is a mess, but your room is spotless

As you loved it, while you were alive

At night, I wander around cemeteries.

with religious memories of my mother.

My psyche was lost in childhood.

And I gave myself over to madness as an excuse.

Are you proud now?

The smile on my face is just for you

My perfect holy mom.