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Stench filled drenches

Sweet bliss aromatic sight

These sewers are twisted

Lost deep within one’s mind

Arched, royal, mighty

Filled with all but shit

Now it’s time to..

Time for the Butcher’s Feast

With a long skewer in my (hand)

I shall start piercing

From your urethra to your chin

The sere goes deeper within

Through the spine, every vertebrae

Through the Torso and the Neck

As your blood trickles down

On the Iron Rod

It’s a call for feast for all the rotten and the damned

Hung across the walls, your feeble self

Feasted upon you shall be,

From outside and within

Peeled with my claws

Layer by Layer

As the blood trickles

The moment I savour

Your screams get louder

My excitement ... Greater

Wake up my dear friend,

“You’re Skewered in the Sewer”

Death you shall get

Not so soon, Not so quick

Your organs will be devoured

Some whole, some minced

Numbness is the last

Thing you’ll ever feel

Pain is the best friend,

Till death it shall be

Bleeding eyes, Punctured Lungs,

Torn Muscles, Marrow Dripping

Intestines Hanging, Organs Dangling

Is it Heaven that I’m in ?

The sight is soothing

Calming orgasmic

Blood filled sewers

Cartilaginous Choked drains

Skewered Bodies