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Staccato's of clasping chains.. feverishly flaying your wrists... As a rabid dog chewing off its own limbs to crawl away. You hide in my shadow.. The only place where they cannot get you... While your children burn... A sour scent of ***** floods richly within these forsaken walls... A tranquilizing melody of ****** gargling I will mutilate the memory... I will stain the status you built... I will pluck your fruit and devour it with voracious appetite Gnawing your rotting tongue bit by bit... i drink sepsis that drips from the shank of your thighs.. My hunger everlasting... Ravenously, depraved, my claws rend and maim your angelic wings... A carpet of feathers gusts at your final gasp.... A cold lick on your eyeballs... We drag you into our grave... Rats... Swarms of rats... And i wear a crown baptized and blessed of your blood.... Adorned with warm and beating entrails of the defeated and the devoured... Bricked in walls.... I can still hear you clawing during the most sleepless of sleeps... And taste your rotting tongue...
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
Bricked in the walls
Staccato's of clasping chains.. feverishly flaying your wrists... As a rabid dog chewing off its own limbs to crawl away. You hide in my shadow.. The only place where they cannot get you... While your children burn... A sour scent of ***** floods richly within these forsaken walls... A tranquilizing melody of ****** gargling I will mutilate the memory... I will stain the status you built... I will pluck your fruit and devour it with voracious appetite Gnawing your rotting tongue bit by bit... i drink sepsis that drips from the shank of your thighs.. My hunger everlasting... Ravenously, depraved, my claws rend and maim your angelic wings... A carpet of feathers gusts at your final gasp.... A cold lick on your eyeballs... We drag you into our grave... Rats... Swarms of rats... And i wear a crown baptized and blessed of your blood.... Adorned with warm and beating entrails of the defeated and the devoured... Bricked in walls.... I can still hear you clawing during the most sleepless of sleeps... And taste your rotting tongue...
#hatred#death#torture#sadism#cannibalism
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
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