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Today there is not meat in the madhouse and I should give meat to my lunatics

Tonight I will peel a fat

The old bastard is of name Cleo Tilde!

Contained seven years and it's greasy as a pig

I am tired of seeing as smiles in the patio

And it drains dribble the crazy wretch

With wire corner their flesh against the iron

Damned! Do you think that I am playing?

Cries as a baby this me full with anger!

And with my great sharp knife I slice the viceras smoothly

Cutting without damaging the organs

It kicks while it bleeds

Tedious purulent, atrophies nervous altered fat!

Regurgitates blood, now there is meat for my lunatics

The suet under their skin she mixes with the blood

Their bowels drain fluids rancid and putrid

The bastard even lives it suffers, it suffers without pity! This fat stinks!

I am terrified, very excited so much flesh in my hands

Continous skinning, until she dies with their skin in my hand

I glad it to be able to give him of eating this week good flesh to my lunatics