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Hate towards what
And yea, i couldnt ever be creative like that. I like it
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Hang the body in the shed
Using meat-hooks through the legs
Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
Like the others from the past
The naked belly, full of cysts
Smells so good, I cant resist
I know inside this ones the best
As I eat the rotting chest
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