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Prepare for the ritual.

Determined urges,

Blood slurping,

mend this brain,

I'm cursed with,

Necrophilia,

Bastard born sinnerrr,

And,

Amateur butcha,

Fucked head wound,

Mouth full of shit,

New set of flaps wide open in her armpit,

Eating the last of,

Your flesh matter,

Persistant delusion ready for disaster.

Penetrate the,

New hole.

I need to bathe straight in your blood,

To put the enemies off my scent,

Need to consume as much as I can,

So I don't physically turn to sand,

Gurgling,

Your blood,

Yes it turns me on,

Can't resist now,

As I'm too far gone,

Lacerations,

Sweet fixations,

Organs drained for my gratification,

Bloodsucking parasite

Homemade transfusion

Drain her veins

Mental confusion

Cannabilistic appetite

To feel no pain

Got nothing but blood on my brain

My insides turn to sand,

It’s all for good health

Force it into my veins

I’m running low

Flood every orifice

With the blood of the hunted

Who cares if I’m found

It’s a matter of life and death

I can fuckin taste it