Oh! How beautiful it is to knife
The cellular tissues, your skin
Your scream is pleasure
The burn of your eyebrows
The miracle of death fucks you
You are a piece of flesh
A simple piece of shit
Your suffering is art
The pain is art
I love death
I love the smell of death
When my mother dies
I will lay her corpse on my bed
And I will sleep on it
And fuck it
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