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The end,

Searching out from the grave

For in the surface to end this war

You are out talking to the whore,

Blood in her guts, in her face

Virgin rape them. Deliver to hell

Take the glass pour the greenish puke

And feed her as the last drink before

Remember the end,

The one has said

Corpse defaced, in the end,

Fucked and betrayed

Virgin in its extreme bluff work

Or just a failed promise to regret on

But there's no time for tears but for blood

And I thus urinate on your body

In thousand pieces

Conflagration has engulfed the everything

Feast for the beast!

Feast for the beast!

Feast for the beast!

Feast for the beast!

I release the beast of destruction

Feasting human extinction

I sentence you for a lifetime death

And put my fingers inside your womb

Cursed, go, fucker! Soon a seize will break again into you

And a big iron ball will crush the

Rib cage that holds

Your fucking heart,

And slay it like shaping a cake

Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.

Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.

Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die.

Fuck you motherfucking whore die die die. 

Born in a Catholic family,

I've always surrendered myself

In the service of my lord.

To cleanse this world from evil.

A critic of social norm

At birth, I've created, my own ways

For His Holiness to prevail.

For evil to surrender itself.

Murder!

Severed penis from the rapist,

Hands n tongue from the abuser,

Head from the then minister,

Brain and body of the Satan worshiper.

Taking the severed body parts

Preserved in the pursuit of my dark virtues

I sew them

With the art of my murder

The ultimate offering!

Murder – perceived as evil in

The context of the social judgment,

Is the weapon in my moral paradox.

Assembling the most evil human parts to offer

The perfect sinner.

To my master in the heavens.

My sermon and chants are ready

To celebrate His Greatness.

The perfect sinner is ready for the offering,

The time I'd been waiting for the song to be chanted to the heavens.

May the lord of Holiness

Rise above all,

Hail my master,

Hail my father,

His glory.

May you accept my offering

To grant me salvation.

Amen 

Referred as "long pig",

Human's not bred for its meat.

Like animals raised for slaughter,

In a controlled environment.

Pickle

Soup

With hands

And feet.

Skin

Made

Into

Fried rinds.

Water for its feed to flush its system,

Purge the stored toxins and wastes.

No animal's allowed to age for thirty years.

But I picked this "ripe" Caucasian female

In twenties.

Pickle

Soup

With hands

And feet.

Skin

Made

Into fried rinds.

My butchers block's been waiting

For ritual of angel fire sacrifice

Dig my long-bladed knife deep,

Cut through the neck-larynx.

Sever internal external carotid arteries,

The major blood vessels.

I slice away the muscle and ligament

From the jawline

Twisting it off from the spinal chord

I flay the carcass get rid of the hair and

The tiny glands which produce sweat and oil.

And my angel bleeds fire!

Gutting!

Remove the arms!

Carried blood from the heart to the head, face, and brain

Allow for the blood to drain.

I boil the strips

And peel the layers,

Then cut into pieces

And fat fry in oil.

I am the butcher

Sent for the holiness

Serving for the gods and

The cannibal community

Bob Arson's White Devil Dinky-Dao Mothafucker Bobbacoo Sauce 

I was a fool to think

This was a different love story,

The dimwit gazing the sky

Like some fascinating fairy-tale.

I knew I was a bloody spineless asshole,

But she was also a siren with her allure,

So there wasn't actually something I could've done,

Like Cleopatra, crafted with irresistible desire.

Not the game of childish love,

It's her art of seduction,

Ripping open layers of my wall,

Defenseless and desperate.

The only thing on my frigging mind

Was to fuck her like a beast (all the time).

I was played like a plastic toy with screw attaching different joints of my body,

Sex was the only bid that you played,

And played it with maddening grace,

You thought you were a courtesan as you were fuckin' rich,

But I opened my eyes to see nothing more than a cheap

Bangladeshi whore.

When love turns revenge,

I don't tame you in my hell,

When love turn revenge,

I don't feast on your body,

When love turn revenge,

I cage you in my hell,

When love turn revenge,

I let the maggots in my hell feast on you.