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Maggots filled by flacid rotten flesh

Putrified blood turning into a lovely scent

Can you taste the rotten blend

Thousand days have passed, forgotten was this flesh bag

Liver cuts just like warm butter

Decaying, digging, fisting on putrefaction

In a dark cold place, I’m feasting at a lovely pace

Eyes filled by putrid cum,

fucking fucking fucking till all maggots drowns

A thousand holes handmade on my own

Spleen taste so obscene

Decaying, digging, fisting on putrefaction

One corpse of maybe more, there is no limits for those dirty whores

Slashed, hacked, knifed, mashed

Keep those sweet corpes filling my stash

Heavy putrid air, walls thicken by years of despair

No chance to disrupt my esctatic ceremony

Putrid corpes filled by my cock’s fluid

Wrenched limbs splattered over the place

Yeasty stench perfuming my lair

Infested, parasitic, clostrophobic cellar

A sweet melody plays throught my head while I chop all those rotten deads

Remaining pieces can only taste so better, my bowels screams for another putrid maggot filled hooker

Grinded rooten feast, chunks of molded meat, estatic thoughts begging to stay

I never thought that that my dad’s rotten cock would taste so sweet.

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