I need new ways to torture all my bitches
Peel off their skin or cover them in stiches
Sometimes they bleed sometime they spit
Sometimes I feed on their half decayed clit
I've scraped out their guts through their torn open cunt

It's so much fun to make them bleed
But I

I infect my hate to you
your baby will be my tool
you are a blue-eyed hooker
without human dignity

I'm hooker butcher
afterwards it's time
to give birth to baby
I'll take the innocent child

...my life's work has become true...

...suckle brutality

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Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, f

Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge
Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine

He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor
Watching as

There's something inside me
It's, it's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold
Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding
Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence i