Screams of agony
Echoing all corners
The torment of a cursed and
Distorted soul
Voluptous desires cam from his mind
A slow death to the victims
Is the reason of his life
Mrs. death is his every day mate
Awaits, the gift of this bad joke
First cut being done
In percing rites
But a hundred sticks
Will not satisfy
Cult of insanity
Agonizing child
Losing her blood
Before she dies
Screams of agony
Piercings
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