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and when the door was opened, a flood of smoke and fire filled the room
The putrid stench of rotted flesh and scorched hair
hot ash filled the lungs and tore away at the last strands of life
the ground littered with the remains of those
that have been brought to their knees.
The voices echoed through the endless chamber
and Oh how the voices cried out for salvation
how the wails of mothers and weeping of children
the blood curdling screams of men
tore away at the core of the soul
As each voice cried aloud
so to they were snuffed out.
The tears of the innocent fell upon the hot, sulfuric ground and vaporized
each one giving power to the dark winged shepherd of the damned
that takes all things precious and violates them;
leaves them in ruin,
and to suffer for eternity.
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Fucked Up with a Hacksaw
02:15
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Violently brutalized
ripped to fucking shreds
curb stomped twice
and your body left for dead
hacked to fucking bits
there is pleasure in your pain
I take out my rusty hacksaw
and mutilate your brain
dig my hands into your skull
removing what is left
put it in a plastic bag
your fucking dog is next
fucked up with a hacksaw x4
Chunks of rotted flesh
dumped into a fucking lake
lost, forgotten, set on fire
you were a mistake
limbs cut free
from the body they once knew
cook them in tasty stew
feed it your wife
now shes sick from human meat
good job you fucking dunce
the last straw has been pulled
and shoved into your guts
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Pushed Off a Ledge
02:37
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This is the last straw
this is the end
you've pushed my buttons
my nerves are raw
I load you in my trunk
gagged and bound
you will be thrown from the top
you beg forgiveness
there is no hope
i lead you to the cliff
where you will die
last words muffled
eyes sewn shut
pushed off a ledge
no remorse i feel no guilt
pushed off a ledge
I watch you fall and laugh a lot
pushed off a ledge
pushed off a ledge
your corpse lies mangled
upon the beach
douse it in gasoline
and flick my bic
you burn away,
charred remains
the memory of you
leaves my brain
no remorse
for what I've done
you had this coming
it's still not enough
i astral project
to the other side
find you ghost
and fucking kill you
one more time
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