No escape from this lonely grave- buried six feet down Molested, dumped in a hole, beaten, shivering Scream for mother she can't save you No God hears you, only death awaits you Die by my hand, the master of the damned The kill is what I crave- doom no prophecy will save You re rotten already, now's your time to decay A terminal illness called dead in the grave A chance at a new beginning- senseless- vicious- violent, Cold calculated killing in remembrance of the dead, I've kept the severed head and dried its eyes for days As I watched its body decay
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