Aborted
Eructations Of Carnal Artistry
Random torture, suffer for my needs Slicing and cutting, submit to my torment Pierced with nails, reincarnated puppet vacillating On the verge in a blaze of gory Moulding the eructations of my carnal artistry... Gathering the insides, winnowing inferior guts I sever and dismember, hack fervidly with gasping cuts Fleshtised...Cuts... Muscular limbs, a perfect casket, how fanatic can I get ? Different corporal parts, agglutinated with suture From a delusion to a morbid stature Rashes of skin, stitched from within I'm pulling the strings, resurgence spreads its wings Veins are dangling, bloody chunks, bloody chunks exfoliate Its countenance purses, the artifact expectorates... My creative is urge fed by engineering the dead Excessive gore is what I need...to nurture my carnarstistic need
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