Have you seen the man in the shed?
Putrid flies ***** as they eat at his head.                                        
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He's naked, alone, ******* on the ground
his genitals removed and fed to the hound.

Teeth lay barren amongst torn flesh
the smell of the man is rank but fresh.  
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Eyes, lips and **** sewn shut.
Foul fluids are smeared as they crust like rust.
                          
He tried to crawl away where the path of blood lay but it seems the man has decided to stay.
  
It's hard to believe but I know what I found, I even heard the man make a faint little sound.    
                                                    
S­o I painted his nails red, purple and blue, can we keep him mommy, please tell me it's true!