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What are you?

I am extracting the fucked in

And your things decomposed

Your hopes ceased to exist

I see them

They are in the place where they should be

Smelling exactly like your corpse

And the corpse of your second self

Fucking look around, cunt face

Where is the line? Is it on your throat?

One side won’t lay bare the truth

Shocking amount of annoyance

Cutting of the based ramifications

Feast of hereditary deformity

Endless distortion of normal process

Concentrated lambasted oozing discharge from a whore

Spotting my view

What are you? Ulcer!

I am extracting the fucked in