Articulo mortis
by Whitechapel
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Bludgeoned face. Licking my fingers of decrepit funk
My dear your face is so blank. Where did you get those feelings.
Please don´t leave help me live. Can´t control myself. Dilated eyes. Pale white skin.
I´m laughing in your face. Your skin entrenches me. Now you´re fucking dead
I can´t be certain your remains will be insured. Beyond the grave is longer than you think
I saw the first slut mangled in front of me
Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task
It wasn´t long before I found myself indulging. Against my will I please myself once more
Breathe. Fucking breathe. I swear you´ll reap. While I sew your cunt.
And now you rot...
My dear your face is so blank. Where did you get those feelings.
Please don´t leave help me live. Can´t control myself. Dilated eyes. Pale white skin.
I´m laughing in your face. Your skin entrenches me. Now you´re fucking dead
I can´t be certain your remains will be insured. Beyond the grave is longer than you think
I saw the first slut mangled in front of me
Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task
It wasn´t long before I found myself indulging. Against my will I please myself once more
Breathe. Fucking breathe. I swear you´ll reap. While I sew your cunt.
And now you rot...