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Try to help the sick, and soon to be dead

My sanity withers, as visions of death tear through my head

As I begin my worthless therapy

My insanity is slowly unleashed

Sick intent controls my practice

You are all my “living deceased”

Erupting lesions… tumerous growths

I sever and hack into, the muffled crys I love the most

Try and savor every last breath

Slow and painful is the process of death

I lust their old corpse to torment

In the bin far below… your limits descend

Thrusting my scalpel… into eyes already blind

Your body’s mutilation… is pre-deranged inside my mind

Desecrated organs… thrown aside in a mass

Stepping back I insanely laugh at your mutilated carcass……

Nauseation heaves up so intensely… internally rotting away

Lethal concentrations, in you I inject… which I have created…

Decapitate and Mutilate

Now at day’s end, I smile… as I praise your mess

Elderly blood drips from my fingers as I endlessly infect…