Running out of bodies for my macabre experiments
No god will save you now as I run myself through you
“More flesh, more flesh!” I utter to your corpse
I want your inside outside of me
Bleed, excrete, scream, deceit
I lick the laseration from her cleaver masturbation the cause of her demise is my sexual frustration
Another cut, another slit
As I ram a pike up through the Clit
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