Sex, Violence, Death...

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They're coming to chop your fucking head off
They'll grab you by your torso sucking your
Spurting blood hack off your arm
At the joint fist-fuck toy smearing
Their cunts with your guts
Pools of blood from all of the killed
It's a blood feast they kill for the thrill
Reaching the depth of living in sin
Orgasmic rush as they're doing you in
Covered in blood enjoying the stench
Raping and killing until none are left
Teeth on a necklace remembrance
Saving one of their own as your fold

Autor(es): A. West