I look upon your gutted carcass in amazement
The way your intestines wrap around your body, makes me feel like an artist.
The struggle you put up, only added to my creative mind.
The fear your eyes once held dissolved into my brutality.
As you clawed at my flesh I decided how to put you to rest.
Once I stuck my blade into your gut, all hope left from you.
Carving away at you slowly, you beg to be put down quickly.
Draining every ounce of who you were, I lay you in a tub of your own waste.
Dying, you ask yourself
As you clawed at my flesh I decided how to put you to rest.
Once I stuck my blade into your gut, all hope left from you.
“Why has this evil been stricken upon me?”
There is no reason to my bloodlust,
I just want to watch you decay in your own filth
As you clawed at my flesh I decided how to put you to rest.
Once I stuck my blade into your gut, all hope left from you.

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