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Malodorous
03:52
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Unregistered signals of darkness.
Entire convulsion of the brain.
This poison running down my blood stream.
Brain cells destroyed.
Deteriorating my inside.
This malodorous within me flowing through my blood stream.
Somebody listen.
Temptation.
And a bit of evil inside me.
As I sit alone, I hear a voice that speaks of temptation.
For I am the tempted one, full of anger and no repentance.
Temptation, destruction, and this evil inside me.
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Misanthropy
02:42
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Hating humanity is all you're ever good for.
You never care about well-being of others.
Just like you I can despise everything and everyone that's on my mind.
If you seek then you will find hatred that's in the lies.
I'm sick of your lies.
I'm sick of your fucking lives.
I am misanthropy.
Misanthropy.
I am misanthropy.
A product of hate.
I am misanthropy.
You have made a fucking mistake.
God damned mistake.
Mistake
There's no forgiveness in this forgotten wasteland I hate your god damned existence.
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Wicked Fixation
03:24
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Your lustful mind has consumed your life.
Betraying those you love,
entered their orifice.
Lured the youngest children into your trap.
The bodies of the innocent victims have spoiled and rotted back to back.
There's no escaping this fiendish crave.
The guilt of sodomizing virgins will follow you to your grave.
Your fucking grave.
The guilt of sodomizing virgins will follow you to your grave.
Traumatizing children every fucking chance you get.
Scaring young lives while you live with no regret.
The children, curious and gullible follow you to your quarters.
They become the very next victims of this pedophiles sickest dreams.
From kids to the adolescent there is no boundary.
The prostitutes then began to slowly creep out at night.
It's so sad that nobody got anything from your fucked up pedophile charity.
It's so sad that nobody got anything from your fucked up pedophile charity.
The children live their lives only recalling that one memory.
Their thoughts are scarred and driving them into insanity.
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Vanished Flesh
03:13
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Every piece of darkness,
and afraid of nothing.
I'm closed in and safe.
Emptiness hurts like razor blades.
Emptiness hurts like razor blades.
But living life is just the same.
Dying watching myself die.
Breathe no more,
hurt no more.
Life is just a matter of taste.
Bitter sweet.
Bitter sweet.
Every piece of darkness,
and afraid of nothing.
The killing inside me and understanding of nothing.
Understanding of nothing.
Void behind my mind lives.
Here in the void I now understand.
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Psychopathic Engorgement
04:24
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Engorging on the blood and flesh that has taken the life of an innocent man.
Psychopathic engorgement continues the torment on the wicked beings of earth.
Of earth.
Psychopathic engorgement continues the torment on the wicked beings of earth. Their diabolic entity breathes within me.
A diabolic entity breathes within me.
I feel I have taken the role of a psychopath.
Enter the mind of a severed head who has endured sadistic experiments.
A great deal of pain conspiring.
Feeling the end of a sharpened blade that has conquered the land for centuries. Waste the weak.
The weak.
Waste the weak.
Survival of the fittest is at hand.
Murder and greed causing chaos to expand.
Pillage and raping the innocent women
while they question god on life they are given.
While it is not God who is causing this pain
he's neither the savior that saves mankind.
Mankind.
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