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My monument is progressing,

bereft is thy deed of completion.

By all means you'll be alive,

but not intact.

I've sewn your lips to smile

with your own defecation on your lips.

I'll knock that shit-eating

grin right off your face.

Abnormally disfigured designs,

you observe the genesis

of my abattoir.

Reality accepted,

you have no choice but to

comply with my scalpel

and my license to kill.

My license to kill.

Anal seepage flowing,

I can't repress the urge.

Thy coprophagist shall

ingurgiate the filth.

Grinding at your head

with my bonesaw breaking zygoma.

I love these tools

at my disposal, I'm alive.

She cried out helplessly again,

I ripped her limb from fucking limb.

Just one less slut to walk

this fucking earth.

I will spit right

in your fucking face.

How does it taste after the lips

are sealed below your waist?

You will never fuck again!

My scalpel gleams,

my attention cast aside.

Hardening arteries begging

for an inimical thrust.

By products of digestion

soak the floor,

I'm searching for a hypodermic

syringe to draw the waste.

Flowing in your jugular,

the heart is pumping faster

as I lie and wait to watch

you erupt from every orifice.

The necrotizing fasciitis

has commenced its work.

No anesthesia applied,

this will be everlasting.

In the name of anatomy

I shall dismember and attain

what is rightfully mine.