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Distended sores erupt with vomit and pus
Decaying corpse reduced to syrup
Intestines strewn uncoiled in the dirt
Stench of rot permeates the landscape
Corpses bloat and pop in the sunlight
Beetles crawl and maggots wriggle
To me a typical Saturday night

I prepare in front of the mirror
Burning incense, doing yoga
With 18 pounds of blow ingested
Get in my car, go to the dance hall

Get my groove on, wow the crowd
Sweat in my executioner's mask
The party ends when they say "Last Call,"
And the fun begins when I pull my axe.

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