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Captivating with sadistic

intentions to exalt the carrion.

Holding onto faith like

it would help me anyway.

Up on my feet vehemence takes over

as I pave the way to anatomical feasts.

Severing the ties, I once endured to

understand why it is that I crave the dead.

Going by my knowledge

of popular culture!

I find a sense in

malpracticing the common ways.

Wallowing in claret,

I long for such salvation.

For when I'm through I shall wear

your pride upon my lips.

Songs of the dead will eternally

be chanted before sepulture.

I must purloin the genitalia,

I must find pleasure when you're gone.

An injection of sodium thiopental applied!

Your eyes are getting heavy now,

I smell your fear.

Delusions and paranoia

are setting in.

Control in my hands,

I now shall purge.

With the saw I maim,

by the saw I live.

With the saw I maim,

by the saw I live.

Inhaling fumes of the

putrid festered funk,

as I drain the throbbing cysts

from the gangrenous vagina.

The mordant reek is

overtaking every inhalation.

The nausea is overwhelming,

I stop to heave.

Brought forth are

my confessions to the dead,

as the lies coincide

with vitriolic clues.

We all will spread disease,

we're all deceased.

Carved in your face the sacrilegious rites,

these words bring truth to what was foretold.

Corpses and bile will reconcile,

the rumors of this forensic plague.

By these words

I am one with the dead,

and with this I've claimed

the one which I'm wed.

Until death do us part

we'll rot hand in hand.

Until death do us part

we'll rot hand in hand.