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LETRA
Flesh Oracle
Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs, strung up to bleed
Gravity showers you in your own filth.
Still squirming, eyes open
As I gaze at my masterpiece
These gaping wounds tell a story.
Your life is worth nothing.
You're a worthless cunt,
Believing if you have a choice
To live or die.
As I nail your torso to the floor,
They pierce vital organs.
What do you have left to offer?
Eyes rolling back, bloodshot eyes,
Bleeding from all orifices
Bloodmarking time like an hour glass
You cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut.
Violently hacking into your throat,
I finish decapitation
Another lifeless carcass left to rot.
I've conquered man.
I am the birth.
I am death.
Upon the table lies a corpse, a chunk of rotting flesh
A work of art, a perfect kill, I'm basking in the stench.
I'll keep your ears as fuc*** trophies, hanging round my neck.
To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end
I am the death creator.
I am the fuc*** end
Fuck