We are an odd couple who live in a flat
Taking
Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
With the broken
The Specimen lies there on the stone
Fluids bubbling from his
Torture now follows my name
Amputation and killing becomes a game
Pain
The flesh attack my feet and legs
Eating the muscle through
I had to kill him, I had no help
I put
Tightly tied to a wooden bed
Twisted thoughts run through my
One injection, one infection
One injection and the dead are resurrected
One
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