Face the cold reality, slow and with formality I'm obsessively stabbing you. The blood drowning you as you gargle and you spew, bodily fluids fill your lungs. This is the end of you, your consciousness slips away leaving your cunt to me. The lacerations hemorrhage on me, I will now disembowel every organ to see. My indulgence; the bloodlust in me: 'The Enslaver', 'The Engraver'. To the creek bed that marks your resting place, bring my image to the void, remember my face when you see God. The cinder block tied to your foot drags you straight down to the bottom, gracefully your body dances; the murky water sways the flesh exposed. I exist to rid the world of throbbing cysts, I drain the pus embedded in society, with their disposal I silence them and have my taste. A balanced order: extinction of human waste. Decapitation fornication; this is the fate for abominations, I am a servant of the earth.
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Grotesque
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