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Remote rotted shack stationed by the hillside

Stench so rife it can be smelt far and wide

Innovative butchery such urge that the world must see

That the world must see

Gorgeous tragedies

Euphoric goals brain matter set on stone

Souls not alone I’ve fucking killed loads X2

I’ve fucking killed loads

Point

Three Five Seven Homicide took the life

Three Five Seven Homicide blowing arms off

Three Five Seven Homicide blunt knife

All body parts got fucking chopped up

Blown them limbs so clean off

Had to get rid so body got

Chopped up

Sexy imperfection

Homicide obsession

Bodies get Chopped up

Before all that

Penetrate

Smothering peaceful tragedy

There will be no life as we live and breathe

Down the throat is where my barrel goes

Next thing we know I’m squelching on your colon

Suffering skin shaving

I have to blast those who have seen me

Excruciate as you exuviate

Barbed wire wrapped as you float

Down

The gorge

All limbs taken

Scattered random round the up-land

Tormenting stench stays with me

Torso floating through the gorge

Such a peaceful contusing corpse

Beautiful fluent fluvial blood flow

Freshly Slapled

Sore tissue fucked

There could be no life if they tried to be

Body count capacity clenching the machete

As I hack drastically