Die, shattered you'll die. Bones broken in half, blood flowing freely, limbs severed in hate. Brains splattered, demise. Skin eaten in wrath, eyes ripped from your head, lie shattered, you die. For believing you could be free, weakness only invigorates me, these broken bones once yours, I hold. Cause of death will never unfold. Torn, mangled, and maimed, life withers away. In hellish decay, bones shattered you die. For not seeing things I see, your pummelled body strengthens me, these broken bones keep me aware, of how I lust to shed and tear. Every broken bone is my only goal, sucking the marrow of your fractured femurs, every broken bone, your truculent toll. Succumbing to my offensive demeanour, every broken bone enhances my soul. Your twisted corpse is contorted dead rot. Every broken bone, your life I stole, I'll kill again and never get caught. The snapping and cracking of skeletal remains, the pleasure of devouring decomposed flesh, the feeling of power from crushing your skull, the stench of decay overwhelming my brain. I slaughtered your body and returned it to dirt, not a trace of proof that you ever existed, pure satisfaction through what I have accomplished, I'll kill again and I'll never get caught.
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Grotesque
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