As I'm choking her
What could she be thinking
That her life
I wil take your soul!!!
Come into my chamber of obscurity
Why
I have the tenacity to take what is yours,
As you
Your blood decorates
The walls of my mind
It's your soul I
I can see into your feeble mind
The weakness the lies
Holy priest, man of god
Filling orifices of young boys
Spewing semen,
Whore
Dressed for seduction
Victim of abduction
Climax as you writhe in pain
I
Lurid Impurity
Lusting for the feeling of impurity
A feeling I cannot
From the womb of hell, most vilest of sadists
Without emotion,
Innocence in bliss
Young, naive, and fertile
Your sinlessness leads to my
Corrup
Deep in the rainforest of Brazil
A tribe of fornicators
The raping
Expressionless
Your limp now dead body
I have seen the death and
A generation of instinctual assassins
A lifetime of human deviations
In a
Watching the victim plead
For an immediate death
Torture is the worst
The smell of burning cinderThe crackle and pop of human
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