I'm perverted and everyone can see it.
If it smells foul, I can hardly resist.
I get wild once my greed is awakened.
It only turns me on when it's short previously dead.
A celebration of pleasure when my saw screams.
I build pussies out of carcass flesh with wire and nails.
It drives me wild, this putrid smell.
/>The withered meat, that's what I'm looking for.
I would prefer to go with the dead.
Then I could see rotten bodies every day.
Rancid ham There are them everywhere.
That's why I'm building myself a woman out of meat waste.
I'm a pervert, of course I know that for sure.
What should I do? There is no woman for me.
You are just envious people, I hope you die.
Then one of you will be put away with you.
A festival of lust when my saw screeches.< br/>I build pussies out of carcass flesh with wire and nails.

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